Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left, Page 17
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Panel 1：Roka抓着橙色浮具，尖叫着冲出水面。远处，一小块岛屿正漂走。Roka：『BAMYA！』『奶奶！』 Panel 2：一片寂静。Roka独自漂浮在平静、辽阔的海面上。一串压扁的瓶盖——Biber的项链——从他身边漂过，Bamya那只黄色小玩具鸭摇摇晃晃地朝他漂来。
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Roka尖叫着浮出水面，呼喊Bamya和奶奶；接着，他独自漂在平静的海面上，看着一串瓶盖和一只黄色小鸭朝他漂来。
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.