Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left, Page 12
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第1格：岛上所有海鸥都在一阵翅膀拍动声中同时起飞。Roka抬头望去，鱼从他手中滑落。Roka：「鸟……」 第2格：在另一侧的市场上，Biber和Kabak仰望天空。Kabak：「Biber……？」 第3格：在岛上垂下的渔网下方，一团巨大的苍白身影从深海升起，侧身覆盖着蜂巢般的六边形甲片。 第4格：Lahana盯着摊位下方鼓起的水面，她的长矛掉落下来。Lahana：「到中间去！」 「快跑！」
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所有海鸥同时振翅飞起；Biber和Kabak望向市场；一团巨大的苍白身影从岛屿下方升起；Lahana大喊让大家快跑。
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.