Watching the Millenium Dragons protect their friend and ensure that he could safely revive on the newly emerged Lost Island was touching. Since this is filler, I don’t know if I’m supposed to take this as an actual skill he has, or just something invented for the arc.īut for all the questions I had, the resolution did get me in the feels. The biggest question I had was this: how did she get ahold of the Whisper-Whisper Fruit in the first place? It’s quite a convenient power given her circumstances, so where did she find it? Did she know what it was going to do before she ate it? The details were entirely glossed over – as were the details about why Luffy is able to talk to animals too. The Calm Belt plotline is also apparently canon, which I appreciate because it’s such an innovative idea.Īpis herself was adorable, but I felt like there was a lot of information missing that would have made her more interesting. Episode #61 does lead into the ‘Reverse Mountain Arc’, which is canon material so that one might be important to watch. It’s probably fine to skip it if you’re trying to blast through the series, but it’s an enjoyable little detour. It had the same overall atmosphere and was no more or less compelling than any of the other stories that weren’t big plot points. While the arc wasn’t the most exciting one I’ve seen so far, it didn’t really feel like a filler arc. The second is that no one has any idea where Lost Island is.
The first is that the Marines are after Ryuuji for his bones, which they call “Dragonite” and believe will grant them immortality. Here’s the basic rundown: the Straw Hat crew is helping a little girl named Apis transport her elderly dragon friend to Lost Island, a place where he’ll regain his youth and vitality. I'll tell you more about him an another occasion - today is not a good day to start digging in the dirt.Here we are at the first filler arc of the series, the ‘Warship Island Arc’. Yes, that's him - hard and cold, silent and static. I searched the web and found the true name that he deserves. Peter means "rock, stone" and Per is a Scandinavian version for it, so I think it highly appropriate to be his name. And before I gave my love and shared my life with the man hard and unmoving as mountain.
I want to be a beautiful, smiling individual as I once was - just before the burdens of adult life came rushing in. I pray for a good job opportunity, so I can make enough money per month to flee from my domestic hell, to find myself a rented apartment and just be alone and heal my wounds and reinvent myself. I'm trying to persuade myself it will get better in 6 months or so, but it seems such a long wait especially 'cause I've been trapped already for quite some time. So I file like I'm withering away with no control over my life - the life that is so precious 'cause it's given only once. It's enough to get by, but noy enough to LIVE. Almost everybody I know is looking for a job opportunity, but all we get is lousy payed project work. I'm trying to find a decent job, but these days that's hard around here. I'm making enough money per month to get by without burdening him with my expenses.
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He's lost a job too and things are bound to get even worse. I reached out to my partner for help, but our relationship grows colder with every month and now we are as far apart as we could ever be. But I failed terribly in my personal life and now I'm stuck in my little domestic hell with no love, no job, no money and no understanding except few of my closest friends. I speak what I mean and usually don't give people the chance to boss me around. My strategy is to wait it out, but maybe that's wrong again 'cause the thing that lacks in my life is action.
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I went wherever life took me - so now I'm stuck and have nowhere to turn. My choice was to do nothing and I just went with the flow. But now it seems to me that my real mistake was NOT to make a choice. The thing is I made a wrong choice long ago. It gives me comfort to know that somebody might hear. This one is not just for me and my sorrow, this one goes out to the Web, the World, as a whisper in the wind. It's not like the diaries we kept as teenagers.