Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left, Page 6
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第1格：老Lahana的鱼摊：蓝色板条箱，银色的鱼挂在线上，一把褪色的粉色雨伞。Biber摘下瓶盖项链，隔着柜台晃着它；大个子Kabak站在她身后。 Biber：‘这个换两条鱼？’ Lahana：‘就这破烂？一片鱼鳍。’ 第2格：摊位后面，一只拿着缠有红胶带的弯叉的手，从晾鱼线上挑起一条鱼。 第3格：Lahana握着她的三叉矛猛地转过身，浑浊的眼睛里怒火熊熊。 Lahana：‘ROKA！你这只小海鸥！’
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Biber晃着她的瓶盖项链，想和老Lahana讨价还价；一只手拿着缠有红胶带的弯叉，从晾鱼线上挑起一条鱼；Lahana转身大喊。
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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.