Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left，第 4 页
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Bem acima de um mar turquesa cintilante flutua Candyreef, uma aldeia de caixas plásticas e lonas cor-de-rosa, ciano e amarelas, ligadas por pontes de garrafas a pequenas jangadas. As gaivotas se dispersam. Um grito vem da beira da ilha: 'BIBER!!'
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Vista aérea de Candyreef, uma ilha rosa e ciano de plástico flutuante em um mar turquesa, de onde vem um grito.
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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.