Plastic Sea — What's Left, Página 37
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Panel 1: Lantern light floods down into the dim hold as the hatch bangs open. Turp and Pancar stand at the top of the ladder. Turp: 'Well, well.' 'Skipped your shift, stray?' Panel 2: In the hold, bearded Pancar holds Roka up by the back of his collar. Roka keeps his right arm inside his jacket, his left hand holding it shut. Roka: 'I didn't take anything!' Turp: 'Thieves go over the side.' Panel 3: Roka kicks in the air. Roka: 'That's not a rule!' 'You made that up!' Panel 4: Gaunt Turp leans in close, smirking. Turp: 'Who's gonna tell?'
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The hatch bangs open on the guards Turp and Pancar; Pancar lifts Roka by the collar while Roka hides his right arm in his jacket, and Turp says thieves go over the side.
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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.