Plastic Sea — What's Left, Página 19
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Panel 1: Sunset turns the empty sea pink and gold. Roka sits silent in the orange float, staring down at the small yellow duck in his hands. Panel 2: Close on his face in the sunset light: tears run down his cheeks while he clenches his teeth, trying not to cry.
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At sunset Roka sits silent in the float staring at the yellow duck, then cries with his teeth clenched.
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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.