Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left, Página 39
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第1格：阳光明媚的甲板上，Pancar揪着Roka的衣领，把他举过红色栏杆，Roka的双脚悬在一望无际的海面上。Turp倚着他的船钩。Turp：‘跟Maws打个招呼。’ 第2格：特写Roka的胸口：他的右臂藏在夹克里，一只发着青色光的眼睛从衣褶间探出来。Tohum：‘他们会杀了你吗？’ 第3格：Roka悬在水面上方，咬紧牙关，右臂仍藏着。Roka：‘……是啊。’ Tohum：‘不行。你是我唯一的电池。’
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Pancar把Roka举在船舷外的海面上；Roka仍把右臂藏着，夹克里探出的那只眼睛问他们会不会杀了他。
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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.