Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left, Page 40
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Painel 1: O braço direito cromado de Roka irrompe sozinho de sua jaqueta e agarra o braço de Pancar. Pancar: 'Hã?' Painel 2: Os dedos cromados esmagam o pulso dele; os olhos de Pancar saltam das órbitas. Pancar: 'AAAH!' Painel 3: Roka se lança de volta por cima da amurada e aterrissa agachado no convés entre os guardas, com o braço brilhante apoiado no aço. Turp cambaleia para trás. Turp: 'O QUE é isso?!'
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O braço cromado de Roka irrompe sozinho e esmaga o pulso de Pancar, depois puxa Roka de volta por cima da amurada, fazendo-o aterrissar agachado no convés enquanto Turp fica olhando.
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.