Reading Naruto is like trying to safely land a plane that's just lost both it's wings and whoops! There goes the tail.
Basically, there's no way to fix this shit, just put on your chute and bail.
Reading Bleach is like looking out of a window in the middle of your flight and going:
"Uh, attendant? Is that engine SUPPOSED to be on fire?"
In other words, we've got serious problems here, but there are 3 other perfectly decent engines on this flight, so cross your fingers as the pilot tries to coast this thing in to the nearest runway.
And reading One Piece is like looking out of the window in the middle of your flight, seeing a school of tuna frolic past 400 fathoms under the sea and going:
'Wait. Wasn't I on a plane a minute ago?'
The plane then burrows to earths crust before depositing you in a country of blue skinned amazonian women who hail you as their god and saviour.
It's not where you thought you would be going, but you don't have the heart to complain about it.