Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left，第 39 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
Painel 1: No convés ensolarado, Pancar segura Roka pelo colarinho para além da amurada vermelha, com os pés de Roka suspensos sobre o mar aberto. Turp se apoia em seu gancho de barco. Turp: 'Diga oi para os Maws.' Painel 2: Close-up do peito de Roka: seu braço direito está escondido dentro da jaqueta, e um olho ciano brilhante espreita entre as dobras. Tohum: 'Eles vão te matar?' Painel 3: Roka fica pendurado sobre a água, com os dentes cerrados e o braço direito ainda escondido. Roka: '...Sim.' Tohum: 'Não. Você é minha única bateria.'
圖片說明
Pancar mantém Roka suspenso sobre o mar, para além da amurada do navio; Roka mantém o braço direito escondido enquanto o olho que espreita pela jaqueta pergunta se vão matá-lo.
關於本章
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.