Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left, Page 6
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Painel 1: Barraca de peixes da Velha Lahana: caixotes azuis, peixes prateados num varal, um guarda-sol rosa desbotado. Biber tirou o colar de tampinhas e o balança sobre o balcão enquanto o grandalhão Kabak fica atrás dela. Biber: 'Dois peixes por isso?' Lahana: 'Por essa porcaria? Uma barbatana.' Painel 2: Atrás da barraca, uma mão com um garfo torto preso com fita vermelha tira um peixe do varal de secagem. Painel 3: Lahana dá uma volta brusca com sua lança de três pontas, o olho enevoado em chamas. Lahana: 'ROKA! Sua gaivotinha!'
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Biber balança seu colar de tampinhas para pechinchar com a Velha Lahana enquanto uma mão com um garfo torto preso com fita vermelha ergue um peixe; Lahana gira, gritando.
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.