Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left, Page 38
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Painel 1: Sob o sol forte, Pancar sai de uma escotilha do convés arrastando Roka pela gola; Turp vem atrás. Roka mantém o braço direito escondido dentro da jaqueta. Roka: 'Me solta!' Painel 2: Os marinheiros olham de relance, depois desviam o olhar e continuam trabalhando enquanto os guardas arrastam Roka até a amurada. Turp: 'Não há nada para ver.' 'Voltem ao trabalho.' Painel 3: Pancar ergue Roka pela gola e o lança para fora da amurada vermelha, sobre o mar aberto.
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Pancar arrasta Roka para fora da escotilha e pelo convés enquanto os trabalhadores desviam o olhar, depois o lança por cima da amurada, sobre o mar.
About this chapter
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.