While the Straw Hats enjoy a warm day at the beach, their ship with all their equipment and weapons is stolen. They can do nothing but watch, as it disappears into the distance. A week later, dressed in cloth from a rental store for wedding ceremonies and riding a one-person paddle boat they set out to go after their lost belongings. At sea, they encounter the boy Akizu and the young man Borodo. The two call themselves the Thief Brothers and claim to be after a well-known treasure, called the Diamond Clock from Clockwork Island. Actually, they are the ones who stole the Straw Hats' ship and brought it to Clockwork Island to make the Straw Hats fight the Trump Siblings. The Trump Siblings Boo Jack, Honey Queen, Skunk One, Pin Joker, and Bear King (the leader), are another pirate crew who occupied Clockwork Island for years and forced its inhabitants to build weapons. A number of ships bearing the mark of the Trump Siblings appear and a short fight ensues, during which the Thief Brothers' ship is destroyed and Nami abducted. Using mere pieces of wood to stay afloat and an improvised sail for propulsion, the group manages to reach the foot of Clockwork Island. A long, circular staircase laced with deadly traps leads up to the actual island. There, Nami makes the acquaintance of the Trump Siblings' captain, Bear King. He takes a liking to her and decides to make her his bride. Eventually the Thief Brothers and the remaining Straw Hats make it to the end of the stairway and onto the main island. A beautiful landscape appears in front of them, but the island's citizens are in no mood to cherish it. Not knowing that Akizu is their son, a pair of them tells the group of the island's past. Then the heroes storm the Trump Siblings' stronghold, built around the island's key, which holds the island together. One after another, the Straw Hats get picked off and captured, until only Luffy remains. Once he reaches the stronghold's top and frees his crew, the movie climaxes in an all-out battle, during which the Trump Siblings are defeated and the island's key is destroyed. Clockwork Island crashes down into the ocean, but Akizu reunites with his family and the Straw Hats reclaim their ship.
19. Following a period of irrational confidence in progress and human abilities, some sectors of society are now adopting a more critical approach. We see increasing sensitivity to the environment and the need to protect nature, along with a growing concern, both genuine and distressing, for what is happening to our planet. Let us review, however cursorily, those questions which are troubling us today and which we can no longer sweep under the carpet. Our goal is not to amass information or to satisfy curiosity, but rather to become painfully aware, to dare to turn what is happening to the world into our own personal suffering and thus to discover what each of us can do about it.
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53. These situations have caused sister earth, along with all the abandoned of our world, to cry out, pleading that we take another course. Never have we so hurt and mistreated our common home as we have in the last two hundred years. Yet we are called to be instruments of God our Father, so that our planet might be what he desired when he created it and correspond with his plan for peace, beauty and fullness. The problem is that we still lack the culture needed to confront this crisis. We lack leadership capable of striking out on new paths and meeting the needs of the present with concern for all and without prejudice towards coming generations. The establishment of a legal framework which can set clear boundaries and ensure the protection of ecosystems has become indispensable; otherwise, the new power structures based on the techno-economic paradigm may overwhelm not only our politics but also freedom and justice.
160. What kind of world do we want to leave to those who come after us, to children who are now growing up? This question not only concerns the environment in isolation; the issue cannot be approached piecemeal. When we ask ourselves what kind of world we want to leave behind, we think in the first place of its general direction, its meaning and its values. Unless we struggle with these deeper issues, I do not believe that our concern for ecology will produce significant results. But if these issues are courageously faced, we are led inexorably to ask other pointed questions: What is the purpose of our life in this world? Why are we here? What is the goal of our work and all our efforts? What need does the earth have of us? It is no longer enough, then, simply to state that we should be concerned for future generations. We need to see that what is at stake is our own dignity. Leaving an inhabitable planet to future generations is, first and foremost, up to us. The issue is one which dramatically affects us, for it has to do with the ultimate meaning of our earthly sojourn.
212. We must not think that these efforts are not going to change the world. They benefit society, often unbeknown to us, for they call forth a goodness which, albeit unseen, inevitably tends to spread. Furthermore, such actions can restore our sense of self-esteem; they can enable us to live more fully and to feel that life on earth is worthwhile.
242. At her side in the Holy Family of Nazareth, stands the figure of Saint Joseph. Through his work and generous presence, he cared for and defended Mary and Jesus, delivering them from the violence of the unjust by bringing them to Egypt. The Gospel presents Joseph as a just man, hard-working and strong. But he also shows great tenderness, which is not a mark of the weak but of those who are genuinely strong, fully aware of reality and ready to love and serve in humility. That is why he was proclaimed custodian of the universal Church. He too can teach us how to show care; he can inspire us to work with generosity and tenderness in protecting this world which God has entrusted to us.
O God, in accepting one another wholeheartedly, fully, completely, we accept you, and we thank you, and we adore you, and we love you with our whole being, because our being is your being, our spirit is rooted in your spirit. Fill us then with love, and let us be bound together with love as we go our diverse ways, united in this one spirit which makes you present in the world, and which makes you witness to the ultimate reality that is love. Love has overcome. Love is victorious.
A share of respondents explored the possibilities and challenges of living in a fully networked world where it is difficult, or even impossible, to disconnect. The following comments illuminate some of their expectations in the future of constantly connected life.
All of a sudden she noticed that her beauty had fallen all apart onher, that it had begun to pain her physically like a tumor or acancer. She still remembered the weight of the privilege she hadborne over her body during adolescence, which she had droppednow--who knows where?--with the weariness of resignation, with thefinal gesture of a declining creature. It was impossible to bearthat burden any longer. She had to drop that useless attribute ofher personality somewhere; as she turned a corner, somewhere in theoutskirts. Or leave it behind on the coatrack of a second-raterestaurant like some old useless coat. She was tired of being thecenter of attention, of being under siege from men's long looks. Atnight, when insomnia stuck its pins into her eyes, she would haveliked to be an ordinary woman, without any special attraction.Everything was hostile to her within the four walls of her room.Desperate, she could feel her vigil spreading out under her skin,into her head, pushing the fever upward toward the roots of herhair. It was as if her arteries had become peopled with hot, tinyinsects who, with the approach of dawn, awoke each day and ranabout on their moving feet in a rending subcutaneous adventure inthat place of clay made fruit where her anatomical beauty had foundits home. In vain she struggled to chase those terrible creaturesaway. She couldn't. They were part of her own organism. They'd beenthere, alive, since much before her physical existence. They camefrom the heart of her father, who had fed them painfully during hisnights of desperate solitude. Or maybe they had poured into herarteries through the cord that linked her to her mother ever sincethe beginning of the world. There was no doubt that those insectshad not been born spontaneously inside her body. She knew that theycame from back there, that all who bore her surname had to bearthem, had to suffer them as she did when insomnia heldunconquerable sway until dawn. It was those very insects whopainted that bitter expression, that unconsolable sadness on thefaces of her forebears. She had seen them looking out of theirextinguished existence, out of their ancient portraits, victims ofthat same anguish. She still remembered the disquieting face of thegreatgrandmother who, from her aged canvas, begged for a minute ofrest, a second of peace from those insects who there, in thechannels of her blood, kept on martyrizing her, pitilesslybeautifying her. No. Those insects didn't belong to her. They came,transmitted from generation to generation, sustaining with theirtiny armor all the prestige of a select caste, a painfully selectgroup. Those insects had been born in the womb of the first womanwho had had a beautiful daughter. But it was necessary, urgent, toput a stop to that heritage. Someone must renounce the eternaltransmission of that artificial beauty. It was no good for women ofher breed to admire themselves as they came back from their mirrorsif during the night those creatures did their slow, effective,ceaseless work with a constancy of centuries. It was no longerbeauty, it was a sickness that had to be halted, that had to be cutoff in some bold and radical way.
The saliva had grown thick on her tongue. That hard gum that stuckto her palate and flowed because she was unable to contain it wasbothersome between her teeth. It was a desire that was quitedifferent from thirst. A superior desire that she was feeling forthe first time in her life. For a moment she forgot about herbeauty, her insomnia, and her irrational fear. She didn't recognizeherself. For an instant she thought that the microbes had left herbody. She felt that they'd come out stuck to her saliva. Yes, thatwas all very fine. It was fine that the insects no longer occupiedher and that she could sleep now, but she had to find a way todissolve that resin that dulled her tongue. If she could only getto the pantry and . . . But what was she thinking about? She gavea start of surprise. She'd never felt "that desire." The urgency ofthe acidity had debilitated her, rendering useless the disciplinethat she had faithfully followed for so many years ever since theday they had buried the "boy." It was foolish, but she feltrevulsion about eating an orange. She knew that the "boy" hadclimbed up to the orange blossoms and that the fruit of next autumnwould be swollen with his flesh, cooled by the coolness of hisdeath. No. She couldn't eat them. She knew that under every orangetree in the world there was a boy buried, sweetening the fruit withthe lime of his bones. Nevertheless, she had to eat an orange now.It was the only thing for that gum that was smothering her. It wasthe foolishness to think that the "boy" was inside a fruit. Shewould take advantage of that moment in which beauty had stoppedpaining her to get to the pantry. But wasn't that strange? It wasthe first time in her life that she'd felt a real urge to eat anorange. She became happy, happy. Oh, what pleasure! Eating anorange. She didn't know why, but she'd never had such a demandingdesire. She would get up, happy to be a normal woman again, singingmerrily until she got to the pantry, singing merrily like a newwoman, newborn. She would,even get to the courtyard and . . .
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