Plastic Sea — What's Left, Página 22
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Panel 1: Nane, a freckled girl with a mint-green bob and bottle-bottom goggles, swings down the painted hull on a rope, reaching out. Nane: 'Hey! Raft rat!' 'You alive?' Panel 2: Roka, dazed and half-conscious in the orange float, squints up at her, clutching the duck. Roka: '...Is this the Garden?' Panel 3: Nane grins and hooks the float with a small grappling hook. Nane: 'Sure, kid.' 'Welcome to the Garden.'
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Nane swings down the ship's hull on a rope to a dazed Roka in his float, who asks if this is the Garden, and she hooks the float.
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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.