Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left, Page 9
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Quadro 1: No esconderijo, Roka está sentado de pernas cruzadas, cortando o peixe com seu garfo torto. A palma aberta de Biber pressiona o rosto dele. Biber: 'Nossa parte.' Quadro 2: Roka continua cortando sem levantar os olhos; Kabak está atrás de Biber, de braços cruzados. Roka: 'Você já teve seu despertar.' 'Estamos quites.' Quadro 3: Biber agarra a metade com a cauda de cima do caixote, sorrindo. Roka: 'Ei!' Biber: 'Taxa de distração.' Quadro 4: Biber e Kabak vão embora por uma ponte de garrafas em direção ao outro lado da ilha. Biber: 'Bugigangas não vão se vender sozinhas.' Kabak acena para trás: 'Até hoje à noite, Dorminhoco!'
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Biber exige uma parte do peixe, agarra a metade com a cauda como taxa de distração e vai embora com Kabak, que acena em despedida.
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.