Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left, Página 28
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Roka desce do último degrau de uma escada para o Porão de Salvados, de tom verde-azulado e mal iluminado. A luz do dia entra por uma grade no teto e incide sobre um caixote laranja coberto de cracas, sobre uma lona azul molhada, com algas penduradas nele; uma garra de draga enferrujada está suspensa no canto. Roka: 'Algo que pescaram...' '...deve valer alguma coisa.'
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Roka desce da escada para o Porão de Salvados mal iluminado e observa o caixote laranja coberto de cracas sob um feixe de luz do dia.
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In the dark at the bottom of the sea, something is counting. On Candyreef, a candy-coloured island of floating trash, Roka wakes to a water bag in the face from his street crew, lifts breakfast from the old woman who would have fed him anyway, and tells the kid who follows him that he doesn't owe anybody. Then the gulls lift all at once, and a Maw eats half the island. A day and a night alone at sea later, the Garden Ship fishes him out and orders him to walk its treadwheels for fish heads. Roka is nobody's slave, so he goes looking for something to steal instead, and breaks into a barnacled case dredged from the seabed. The silver dust inside climbs into his arm and says hello. It is polite. It is curious. It wants every human dead. And it has just started counting again.