Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left，第 8 页
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Painel 1: No fim da ponte de garrafas, a velha Lahana arranca um chinelo e se prepara para arremessá-lo. Lahana: 'Então come ESSA!' Painel 2: O chinelo gira pelo céu e acerta Roka na testa enquanto ele está agachado no caixote balançando. Painel 3: Roka cai de costas do caixote, girando os braços descontroladamente, e o peixe voa para cima. Roka: 'UAH!' Painel 4: Roka emerge nas águas rasas, pingando, com o peixe preso entre os dentes. O pequeno Bamya está agachado na beirada acima dele, abraçando seu pato e rindo. Bamya: 'Molhado duas vezes antes do café da manhã!' Roka: 'Tático.'
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Lahana arremessa o chinelo, que acerta Roka e o derruba do caixote no mar. Ele emerge com o peixe entre os dentes enquanto Bamya ri.
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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.