Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left, Page 23
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第1格：橙色浮筒里瘫软的Roka被绳子吊在拼色船壳半腰处，滴着水；Nane在一旁爬着绳梯。Nane：「把他拉上来！」 第2格：两名水手托着Roka的腋下，把他抬过红色栏杆；鸭子缩在他的夹克里。 第3格：Roka倒在钢制甲板上，咳嗽起来。Nane跪下来，把一块蓝色篷布盖在他身上。Nane：「慢点。慢点。」「你已经离开水里了。」
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Roka乘坐的浮筒被绳子沿着船身涂漆的船壳吊起，甲板水手把他抬过栏杆，他倒在甲板上，Nane用篷布盖住他。
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.