Plastic Sea — What's Left, Página 5
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Panel 1: Roka's hideout under stacked yellow crates by the sea. Roka sits up, dripping. Biber twirls the empty plastic bag, Kabak laughs with his whole belly, Bamya hugs his duck. Biber: 'Morning, Sleepy.' Kabak: 'You were snoring again.' Panel 2: Roka wrings out his ponytail. Roka: 'I wasn't sleeping.' 'I was planning.' Panel 3: Biber leans in, eyebrow up. Biber: 'Planning what?' Roka grins, showing a chipped tooth: 'Breakfast.'
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Soaked Roka sits up in his crate hideout while Biber, Kabak and Bamya laugh at their prank.
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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.