Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left, Page 11
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Panel 1：Bamya跳起来，指着前方。Bamya：“Roka！看！” Panel 2：从两个男孩身后看去，一艘巨大的船静静停在远处的地平线上，船帆由各种布片拼缀而成。Roka：“花园船……” Panel 3：Bamya紧紧抱着他的鸭子；Roka遮着眼睛。Bamya：“它是来找我们的吗？” Roka：“没人会来找我们。”
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Roka遮着眼睛时，Bamya指着地平线上一艘帆上拼缀着各种布片的巨船。
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.