Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left, Page 27
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第1格：船内一条狭窄昏暗的走廊里，Roka躲在一堆货箱后，两个拿着绳子的甲板水手从旁边走过。甲板水手：「昨晚吊爪吊起了个很重的东西。」另一名甲板水手：「船长要把它锁在打捞区。」 第2格：特写阴影中的Roka，她眯起眼睛。Roka：「打捞区……」 第3格：Roka从地板上的方形舱口爬下去，梯子通向青绿色的黑暗中。
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Roka躲在昏暗走廊的货箱后，听见甲板水手说吊爪昨晚吊起了某个很重的东西，现在被锁在打捞区里，随后她从地板舱口爬下去。
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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.