Plastic Sea — What's Left, Página 10
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Transcrição
Panel 1: Roka and Bamya sit together under the yellow crates facing the sea; Bamya holds the bigger half of the fish. Bamya: 'Why steal from Granny?' 'She feeds you anyway.' Panel 2: Roka chews, looking out to sea, his grin gone. Roka: 'That's why.' 'If she gives it, I owe her.' Panel 3: Bamya tilts his head. Bamya: 'So?' Roka, in profile: 'So I don't owe anybody.'
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Roka shares the fish with Bamya by the sea and explains he steals so he never owes anyone.
Sobre este capítulo
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.