Nothing in the packaging for ONE PIECE has ever made me think it'd have as bountiful a reservoir of “preposterone” as what's exhibied in this episode. I suppose I should’ve expected that - - it’s not one of the reigning shonen shows for nothing, right? - - but it was still pretty unfathomable to imagine Monkey D. Luffy as a hyper-masculine brawler on the level of, say, Son Goku.
Well, here we are with an episode mostly about Luffy bashing apart a sinking ship that’s supposed to be as big as Noah’s ark - - furiously punching away at the thing like it’s the car in some STREET FIGHTER bonus level. Of course, it’s not some exhibition of strength, either. Luffy’s unleashing this machinegun barrage of fists to save an entire island of imperiled fish people! The stakes are too high for any funny business!
Then what I assume must be the pantheon of colossal undersea fish gods appear to save the day and take the burden off the rubbery guy's shoulders. A veritable group-sized deus ex machina - - or deus ex aqua, perhaps. Since I’ve decided to pinch my nose and do a cannonball into the endlessly deep ONE PIECE pool, I feel like I just keep riffing on the same sentiments of how bizarre this show is. I honestly try to avoid getting too repetitive with my episode-by-episode commentary, but it’s fundamentally unavoidable to remark on the wackiness ONE PIECE exudes out of every single cel.
Look, this is an anime where the giant-sized mermaid girl is probably the least strange thing on screen, all right?
While the opening recap did a great job of getting me up to speed on the plot thus far, and I’m always getting the general gist of what’s happening, I’ll admit to feeling like I’ve swimming in some school of fish, right now. I don’t know where we’re coming from and, for damn sure, I don’t know where we’re going... but I’m enjoying all the colorful fish swarming around me. Let's get on to the latest episode, now!