Plastic Sea — What's Left、9ページ
作: Inkroost · 公開
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書き起こし
Panel 1: In the hideout, Roka sits cross-legged cutting the fish with his bent fork. Biber's open palm pushes into his face. Biber: 'Our cut.' Panel 2: Roka keeps cutting without looking up; Kabak stands behind Biber, arms folded. Roka: 'You got the wake-up.' 'We're even.' Panel 3: Biber snatches the tail half off the crate, grinning. Roka: 'Hey!' Biber: 'Distraction fee.' Panel 4: Biber and Kabak walk off along a bottle bridge toward the far side of the island. Biber: 'Trinkets won't sell themselves.' Kabak waves back: 'See you tonight, Sleepy!'
画像の説明
Biber demands a share of the fish, snatches the tail half as a distraction fee, and walks off with Kabak, who waves goodbye.
この話について
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.