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    One Piece Arc Popularity Poll:Jaya

    Rate it on a scale of 1 to 10 from how much you enjoyed it and post what you think about it.

    Great set-up arc. Has two of my fav moments with Blackbeard's speech and Luffy one-shotting Bellamy. Some very nice set-up for Skypiea, we got introduced to big players like WB, Doflamingo, Sengoku and Kuma. BB pirates introduction was also done very nicely. Cricket and co were really fun side characters. Also some nice pieces of adventure. I rate it a 9/10 overall.
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    Based on the standards Oda has set, Jaya is a 10/10.

    Even though it stands as a precursor to Skypiea, it set such a huge foundation for the series as a whole that I can't ignore it as a standalone story. We were introduced to Whitebeard, the Gorosei, Doffy, Kuma, Tsuru and others; and had some of the best moments in the series.

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    This my favourite short arc.

    Luffy refusing to awknowledge Bellamy and ends up denting his head in.

    The introduction of BB and his burriful speech, and also smashing in Bellamys FM.

    Cricket and his monkeys.

    Doflamingo and his smiles.


    And the best flashback in all of OP of all time. Doubt we'll see anything like Noland and Calgara ever again, a sad event that was not caused by a cruel man or woman, but by nature itself.

    Damn you nature.

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    I initially thought of giving it a 9, but looking back it has absolutely no flaws whatsoever.

    This is the moment where the world of One Piece just becomes grander.

    Also a REAL pirate town? It felt so great.

    KANE LIVES AGAIN!


    People think it's the alone of being forever alone that hurts the most, but that's not true. Everybody's alone sometimes, whether for periods when they're not dating anyone or just for a weekend while their spouse is at a conference. Alone is part of the human condition. It's the forever that pulls down the corners of your mouth just a little bit when you give someone a smile meant to indicate that everything's okay with you even though you want to scream that nothing's okay and never will be. It's the forever that tastes bitter in the back of your throat when you see a happy couple walking in the park or laughing in a restaurant. It's the forever that has you wide awake staring at your ceiling into the wee hours of the morning.Forever alone.
    There's an ongoing half-serious claim in our culture that men think about sex all the time. Every 17 seconds or so. That may be true for some guys but not a forever alone. After awhile you stop being able to think about sex, at least the way other people do. You can think about it abstractly, or when watching other people perform a stylized version of it alone in your room while you use your hand to joylessly complete a sad shadow of the biological imperative, but you stop being able to imagine sex as something you could be a part of. You see a woman in the springtime, her midriff peeking out from between the soft cotton of a shirt and the rougher waist of a pair of jeans. You start to imagine her naked, constructing a fantasy in detail, the way her breasts would sit against her chest, the soft down or absence thereof on her pubic area, and then you try to insert yourself into her presence and the fantasy crumbles to dust under the weight of its own absurdity. You know there's no chain of events, no course of actions, that could lead to that ill defined imaginary room where the two of you would meet in an act of carnal congress. There's no way to there from where you are, it's not even an alternate universe, it's an inconceivable one. It's like trying to imagine a world where everything else is the same except elephants float around like helium balloons and have to be anchored by their trunks or they'll float away. An inherently absurd thought. That's the idea of you and her being intimate. So you look away from that tiny sliver of skin, trying to keep your face from contorting in pain and bitterness. Where other men might smile at her you don't, because your smile sucks, and you suck. Forever alone.
    Eventually you don't even bother to build the image only to have it blow it away like a sand painting in a tornado. You imagine lesser things. The brush of a cool, soft, feminine hand against yours. Mundane couple bullshit like eating pancakes on a Sunday morning or watching a movie or just sharing your day with someone who gives a fuck and is not your mother. The other party in these pathetic little domestic tableaus is ill defined in your mind, because if you imagined her clearly enough to make her realistic then you know she wouldn't want you. And even with this feminine blur, this placeholder, this blurry silhouette of nothingness you project your emotions onto, the person she's with isn't really you. It's a better version of you, a thinner less obnoxious version who will control his temper before saying something cutting, who doesn't geek out and talk too much, who is free from the flaws who make you who you are and assure that nobody else will ever want to share their life with that person. Then you realize that you're fantasizing about an Archie Comics version of yourself making tomato soup for an undefined feminine projection blob, and you realize that even the part of you that creates these images doesn't want to be with you and can't imagine anyone who might. Forever alone.
    Around you the world stays mostly the same. People fall in love, hit milestones, get married, have kids. You're even jealous of the divorcees because you know that this is just a bump in the road for them, part of their journey. You're still at the starting line watching them recede, wanting to chase them and catch up, knowing you never will. But while the world is almost static, you are aging. Moving through your life alone. You start to get bitter at the milestones you've missed and the chances you'll never have. You see the graying of your hair and the years piling on like rust eating at the hull of a decommissioned ship and you realize that your opportunity for young love is already past. Even if you got it together and got in the game you'd just have a shot at middle aged love. It doesn't matter if you think women age like a fine wine, what wine connoisseur wants to live his life without ever tasting the shocking astringency of the harsh tanins of youth. Even if that's not your thing you don't want to cut it off forever. But you have. You won't even have memories of those very good years, as the song says, to keep you warm as you slide towards your dotage. All you have is your bursting store room of regrets and bitterness, and you can always cram in more. And you know that that rusty battleship will some day have a hole in its hull and be fixable, good for nothing more than salvage scrap. You add up the time it would take to lose the weight, get your teeth fixed, figure out your professional career, the time until you can smile at that woman in the coffee shop with confidence rather than the stomach sickness of self hate, and you realize it all adds up to a very big number. Everyone thinks of themselves as eternally 22 but at some point you are forced to admit that you are 37 and half your life is over and the back nine of the remaining half is not a time when people finally get that whole dating thing right. If the window is not closed its halfway there and sliding fast. Forever alone.
    All this breeds desperation and depression so you shove it back because you need to function, you need to keep eating and staying warm, you can't just stop and feel. But your dam is fragile and it leaks. And when you see that girl whose hand you want to brush against, who could sit with you looking into your eyes through the steam coming off her coffee cup and just be, who could understand you (she probably couldn't, but this is something men like to project on to women) you feel the dam start to buckle and the river behind it start to surge and you don't want to break down crying in the coffee shop because that's not what people do and if you can't have love at least you can have dignity, or the appearance of dignity, or the delusion of the appearance of dignity, so you turn your face to the side, you hope and pray she doesn't try to draw your attention (generally safe on that count, old chum) and you put one fucking foot in front of the other and continue down your sad and barren blighted path. Forever alone.

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    10/10
    This is the best mini arc. It is truly fantastic.
    The set up was very intriguing from the time that ship fell from the sky.
    It has some iconic moments especially the fight with Bellamy
    leaving jaya for skypiea was THE BEST XD. They had BB on their heels, and had to sail up a giant column of water!
    Got introduced to many important characters as well as many entertaining side characters such as the monkey brothers and that hilarious south bird XDDDDDDD


    ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ The real world is for those who can't imagine anything better.

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    A really great and enjoyable set up arc. I never get tired of watching it. The town full of pirate scum was cool. Getting introduced to BB and WB while also seeing the Shichibukai meeting. Luffy bashing Bellamys head in is probably one of the most statisfying scenes in OP. Nolands story and how it effected Cricket to the point where he is ready to sacrifice his own life to prove that Noland is no liar is great.

    9/10

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    wtf is jaya, dont even remember or know so 1/10

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    This my favourite short arc.

    Luffy refusing to awknowledge Bellamy and ends up denting his head in.

    The introduction of BB and his burriful speech, and also smashing in Bellamys FM.

    Cricket and his monkeys.

    Doflamingo and his smiles.


    And the best flashback in all of OP of all time. Doubt we'll see anything like Noland and Calgara ever again, a sad event that was not caused by a cruel man or woman, but by nature itself.

    Damn you nature.
    Bruh...

    Smiles was Sabaody. And Noland/Calgara flashback was Skypiea.



    No wonder I smack you around in debates.



    You don't even know the series you're debating about.



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    damn that is pretty stupid

    even i know that and i didnt even watch this shit

  10. #10
    Not sure I'd really call Jaya a mini-arc. It clocks in at 19 chapters, longer than Orange Town or Little Garden and the same length as Syrup Village and the Davy Back Fight. It follows the same structure as a traditional arc, arrive at the island, build up the villain, and have Luffy punch him unconscious. It's not one of the grand arcs like Alabasta, Water 7, Enies Lobby, or Thriller Bark, but it's still a decent length arc that's substantially longer than the likes of Logue Town, Romance Dawn, Whiskey Peak, Reverse Mountain, or Amazon Lily. I suppose it’s more of just a buildup or setup arc if anything, since the whole premise of the plot is basically the Strawhats trying to figure out how to get to Skypeia.

    Jaya as an island really carries itself just on the creative concept alone. A port-town for pirates, a chaotic place for scum to walk around freely and murders happen every day, it's the type of place where you don't care for the people of the island. The aesthetic does match the vibe, it looks more like a shanty town then a classy or civilized place, and the Norland story book even gives it some lore to the land which helps it pop a bit.

    The actual core story to this arc is pretty simple, but also very strong. This is the arc that really tackles the main driving theme in the story, dreams. One Piece is all about dreams, freedom, and adventure, the Pirates' romance. Cricket is a man of grit and determination who puts his own personal health on the line to accomplish his dreams, he's resolved himself to see it through the end even if everyone else mocks and laughs at him for it, and it makes him an admirable character.

    Bellamy is ineffective as a villain, but he is an effective villain, if that makes any sense. He got a very brutal introduction scene where he violently murdered Roshio over a game of cards, but the first scene with Luffy where he mocks his dreams make it clear he's a pathetic loser that wasn't even worth fighting. He stood against the very essence of what the core of the series is about, so it's only fitting he would get stomped when it came to the fight, you can't become a big name on the seas if you lack the resolve to dream. He was grown into such an unlikeable figure through his ideologies that Luffy taking him out with one punch was one of the most satisfying knockouts in the manga; I think it beats out the St. Charlos punch in any case. He did end up having a longer lasting impact since he basically brought the Going Merry to her last legs.

    Bellamy also proved to be a great foil to Blackbeard in this arc. Bellamy hyped himself up as the greatest rookie in the Grand Line, mocked and belittled Luffy's dreams spitting on the very idea of dreams, he denied Luffy's bounty for being too high, and ultimately turned out to be a pathetic pirate who got crushed so hard he never even got to see Luffy use his devil fruit. Blackbeard flew under the radar, encouraged Luffy's dreams and stating they would never die, he knew Luffy's initial bounty was too low for him, and is shaping up to be the big bad of the entire manga.



    The way they actually introduce Blackbeard and his crew is brilliant. Throughout the beginning of the arc we see three strange characters that each get very memorable introductions, they initially just seem like random dudes meant to decorate the arc, but they turn out to be the squad of Blackbeard. The most unassuming one of them all, some guy who appears to be just a random bum contrasting Luffy in the bar, turns out to be the main antagonist himself, and the next thing he does from there is encourage Luffy on his path.

    It's hard to put my finger on what makes it so special. Maybe it's because I'm so used to final bosses being edgy pretty boy nihilists who are obviously evil, roided out abominations, or just beings of destruction that pop out of nowhere. Having Blackbeard being a carefully crafted character established so early, having such an original and fitting design for both himself and his crew, and being a dynamic character who is growing and advancing through his own journey throughout the show just gives the feel that we're in a for a really great character.

    This arc also gave us a lot of World Building, showing off all three of the World Powers and the Gorousei. We see Sengoku, highest ranking Marine in the series. We see Doflamingo and Kuma of the Shichibukai, with the former showing off his abilities and personality a bit here. Then we get the Yonkou Whitebeard (though the Yonkou aren't truly established at the time), it's quite a jarring contrast to see the World's Strongest Man was hooked into IV tanks surrounded by a group of nurses worried for his health. The world building really exploded here with this arc.

    I'd give Jaya 9/10

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    Quote Originally Posted by Oannes View Post
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    Bruh...

    Smiles was Sabaody. And Noland/Calgara flashback was Skypiea.



    I finally caught you making a mistake, and yet it doesn't help my argument with shit.

    You were right about Calgara/Noland. Don't know why I remembered it as Cricket telling them that storty.

    Watch Doffy at the end of Jaya tho

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    You were right about Calgara/Noland. Don't know why I remembered it as Cricket telling them that storty.

    Watch Doffy at the end of Jaya tho
    Something like that, we saw the storybook version of the Noland tale on Jaya, but the actual flashback was on Skypeia.

    Doflamingo was at Mariejois during the Jaya arc. He wouldn't show up to deal with Bellamy until after the Strawhats wrapped up their business on Skypeia.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Great Potato View Post
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    Something like that, we saw the storybook version of the Noland tale on Jaya, but the actual flashback was on Skypeia.

    Doflamingo was at Mariejois during the Jaya arc. He wouldn't show up to deal with Bellamy until after the Strawhats wrapped up their business on Skypeia.
    Damn, I need to reread those arcs again. :

  14. #14
    What strikes me as most odd is that we got so much content in such a small span of chapters.

    These days 15 chapters will barely get the strawhats through a long corridor.

    KANE LIVES AGAIN!


    People think it's the alone of being forever alone that hurts the most, but that's not true. Everybody's alone sometimes, whether for periods when they're not dating anyone or just for a weekend while their spouse is at a conference. Alone is part of the human condition. It's the forever that pulls down the corners of your mouth just a little bit when you give someone a smile meant to indicate that everything's okay with you even though you want to scream that nothing's okay and never will be. It's the forever that tastes bitter in the back of your throat when you see a happy couple walking in the park or laughing in a restaurant. It's the forever that has you wide awake staring at your ceiling into the wee hours of the morning.Forever alone.
    There's an ongoing half-serious claim in our culture that men think about sex all the time. Every 17 seconds or so. That may be true for some guys but not a forever alone. After awhile you stop being able to think about sex, at least the way other people do. You can think about it abstractly, or when watching other people perform a stylized version of it alone in your room while you use your hand to joylessly complete a sad shadow of the biological imperative, but you stop being able to imagine sex as something you could be a part of. You see a woman in the springtime, her midriff peeking out from between the soft cotton of a shirt and the rougher waist of a pair of jeans. You start to imagine her naked, constructing a fantasy in detail, the way her breasts would sit against her chest, the soft down or absence thereof on her pubic area, and then you try to insert yourself into her presence and the fantasy crumbles to dust under the weight of its own absurdity. You know there's no chain of events, no course of actions, that could lead to that ill defined imaginary room where the two of you would meet in an act of carnal congress. There's no way to there from where you are, it's not even an alternate universe, it's an inconceivable one. It's like trying to imagine a world where everything else is the same except elephants float around like helium balloons and have to be anchored by their trunks or they'll float away. An inherently absurd thought. That's the idea of you and her being intimate. So you look away from that tiny sliver of skin, trying to keep your face from contorting in pain and bitterness. Where other men might smile at her you don't, because your smile sucks, and you suck. Forever alone.
    Eventually you don't even bother to build the image only to have it blow it away like a sand painting in a tornado. You imagine lesser things. The brush of a cool, soft, feminine hand against yours. Mundane couple bullshit like eating pancakes on a Sunday morning or watching a movie or just sharing your day with someone who gives a fuck and is not your mother. The other party in these pathetic little domestic tableaus is ill defined in your mind, because if you imagined her clearly enough to make her realistic then you know she wouldn't want you. And even with this feminine blur, this placeholder, this blurry silhouette of nothingness you project your emotions onto, the person she's with isn't really you. It's a better version of you, a thinner less obnoxious version who will control his temper before saying something cutting, who doesn't geek out and talk too much, who is free from the flaws who make you who you are and assure that nobody else will ever want to share their life with that person. Then you realize that you're fantasizing about an Archie Comics version of yourself making tomato soup for an undefined feminine projection blob, and you realize that even the part of you that creates these images doesn't want to be with you and can't imagine anyone who might. Forever alone.
    Around you the world stays mostly the same. People fall in love, hit milestones, get married, have kids. You're even jealous of the divorcees because you know that this is just a bump in the road for them, part of their journey. You're still at the starting line watching them recede, wanting to chase them and catch up, knowing you never will. But while the world is almost static, you are aging. Moving through your life alone. You start to get bitter at the milestones you've missed and the chances you'll never have. You see the graying of your hair and the years piling on like rust eating at the hull of a decommissioned ship and you realize that your opportunity for young love is already past. Even if you got it together and got in the game you'd just have a shot at middle aged love. It doesn't matter if you think women age like a fine wine, what wine connoisseur wants to live his life without ever tasting the shocking astringency of the harsh tanins of youth. Even if that's not your thing you don't want to cut it off forever. But you have. You won't even have memories of those very good years, as the song says, to keep you warm as you slide towards your dotage. All you have is your bursting store room of regrets and bitterness, and you can always cram in more. And you know that that rusty battleship will some day have a hole in its hull and be fixable, good for nothing more than salvage scrap. You add up the time it would take to lose the weight, get your teeth fixed, figure out your professional career, the time until you can smile at that woman in the coffee shop with confidence rather than the stomach sickness of self hate, and you realize it all adds up to a very big number. Everyone thinks of themselves as eternally 22 but at some point you are forced to admit that you are 37 and half your life is over and the back nine of the remaining half is not a time when people finally get that whole dating thing right. If the window is not closed its halfway there and sliding fast. Forever alone.
    All this breeds desperation and depression so you shove it back because you need to function, you need to keep eating and staying warm, you can't just stop and feel. But your dam is fragile and it leaks. And when you see that girl whose hand you want to brush against, who could sit with you looking into your eyes through the steam coming off her coffee cup and just be, who could understand you (she probably couldn't, but this is something men like to project on to women) you feel the dam start to buckle and the river behind it start to surge and you don't want to break down crying in the coffee shop because that's not what people do and if you can't have love at least you can have dignity, or the appearance of dignity, or the delusion of the appearance of dignity, so you turn your face to the side, you hope and pray she doesn't try to draw your attention (generally safe on that count, old chum) and you put one fucking foot in front of the other and continue down your sad and barren blighted path. Forever alone.

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