Plastic Sea (ZH) — What's Left, Página 8
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第1格：在瓶子桥的尽头，老拉哈娜一把脱下人字拖，摆好姿势准备扔。拉哈娜：「那就吃这个！」 第2格：人字拖在空中旋转，啪地打中罗卡的额头；他正蹲在摇晃的木箱上。 第3格：罗卡向后翻下木箱，双臂挥舞，鱼也飞了起来。罗卡：「哇啊！」 第4格：罗卡浑身滴水地浮出浅滩，鱼紧紧叼在他嘴里。小班雅蹲在上方岸边，抱着他的鸭子，哈哈大笑。班雅：「早餐前都湿了两回！」罗卡：「战术安排。」
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拉哈娜扔出人字拖，啪地一下把罗卡从木箱上打进海里；他浮出水面时，鱼还叼在嘴里，班雅笑了起来。
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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.