Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left，第 37 页
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Painel 1: A luz da lanterna invade o porão escuro quando a escotilha se abre com estrondo. Turp e Pancar estão no alto da escada. Turp: 'Ora, ora.' 'Faltou ao seu turno, vira-lata?' Painel 2: No porão, Pancar, barbudo, ergue Roka pela parte de trás da gola. Roka mantém o braço direito dentro da jaqueta e a segura fechada com a mão esquerda. Roka: 'Eu não peguei nada!' Turp: 'Ladrões vão para o mar.' Painel 3: Roka esperneia no ar. Roka: 'Isso não é regra!' 'Você inventou isso!' Painel 4: Turp, magricela, se inclina bem perto, com um sorriso malicioso. Turp: 'Quem vai contar?'
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A escotilha se abre com estrondo diante dos guardas Turp e Pancar; Pancar ergue Roka pela gola enquanto Roka esconde o braço direito dentro da jaqueta, e Turp diz que ladrões vão para o mar.
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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.