Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left，第 20 页
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第1格：夜晚。Roka在橙色泳圈里放声啜泣，黄色小鸭紧贴着他湿漉漉的脸。 第2格：繁星满天的夜空下，是漆黑而平静的水面。Roka在泳圈里成了其中一个小小的身影。Roka：“我从来没说过谢谢。”
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夜里，Roka把鸭子紧贴在脸上啜泣；接着，他成了泳圈里一个小小的身影，置身于繁星满天的天空下。
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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.