Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left、7ページ
作: Inkroost · 公開
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書き起こし
Painel 1: A turma se dispersa. Kabak e Biber correm numa direção; Roka dispara por uma ponte de garrafas amarradas, segurando o peixe bem alto e sorrindo por cima do ombro. Roka: 'Bom dia, Vovó!' Painel 2: Lahana golpeia o ar com a lança. Lahana: 'Esse é o meu café da manhã!' Painel 3: Roka se agacha numa caixa amarela que balança, acenando com o peixe. Roka: 'Era.' 'ERA o seu café da manhã.'
画像の説明
Roka foge atravessando uma ponte de garrafas com o peixe enquanto Lahana golpeia o ar com a lança e depois a provoca de cima de uma caixa flutuante.
この話について
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.