Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left, Page 19
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Panel 1：日落时分，空荡荡的海面映成粉红与金色。Roka静静地坐在橙色游泳圈里，低头盯着手中的黄色小鸭。 Panel 2：夕阳的光照在他的脸上，特写：泪水顺着他的脸颊流下，他咬紧牙关，努力忍住不哭。
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日落时，Roka静静地坐在游泳圈里，盯着那只黄色小鸭，然后咬紧牙关哭了起来。
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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.