Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left，第 38 页
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第1格：阳光明媚，潘卡尔从甲板舱口爬出来，揪着罗卡的衣领把他拖出来；图尔普跟在后面。罗卡把右臂藏在夹克里。罗卡：“放开我！” 第2格：甲板工人瞥了过来，随后移开视线，继续干活。守卫们把罗卡拖向栏杆。图尔普：“没什么好看的。”“继续干活。” 第3格：潘卡尔揪着罗卡的衣领把他举起来，甩到红色栏杆外，悬在开阔的海面上。
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潘卡尔把罗卡从舱口拖出来，拖过甲板。工人们纷纷移开视线。随后，他把罗卡甩到栏杆外，悬在海面上方。
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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.