Six months.
That's how long Dragon and I have been stuck on this stupid island.
Six months since Dad—yes, our Dad, Garp—dropped us here and promised he'd come back in "just one week."
A week. That was his exact word.
Well, guess what?
It's been six months.
Six. Freaking. Months.
And still no sign of Garp.
I don't know what's worse — the fact that he lied, forgot, or just didn't care enough to come back.
Dragon and I sit around the fire every night, talking about how we're going to get revenge when Dad finally shows up.
Because seriously, who just abandons his kids on a wild island with nothing but bugs and giant snakes?
"I bet he got distracted by some Marine party," Dragon grumbled, poking a stick at the fire.
"Or maybe he's too busy flexing his muscles somewhere to remember us."
I clenched my fists.
"Liar and forgetful. That's what he is."
The food's been awful lately.
We've eaten bugs, roots, and even tried eating some weird fruit that made our tongues numb.
Our "fort" barely stands anymore, knocked down by storms or wild animals.
Every day feels like a new challenge.
And every night, I watch the moon, hoping it's full so my power kicks in strong enough to protect us.
Sometimes I think my moon power is the only thing keeping me sane.
Without it, I'd just be a scared kid, stuck on this forgotten island with no family.
Speaking of family — what about Dad?
Garp always talked about being a hero, about justice and protecting people.
But where was that hero when he left his own sons stranded?
I hated to admit it, but I was starting to lose respect for him.
Dragon must have felt the same because one day, he said, "Maybe we don't need Dad anymore."
I looked at him, shocked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Maybe we make our own family," he said, "and become stronger on our own terms."
I nodded slowly.
"Yeah… maybe you're right. We're not just babies anymore. We're survivors."
So we trained harder.
We ran, climbed trees, practiced fighting with sticks and rocks.
Even when the moon was low, I pushed myself, dreaming of the day I could finally leave this island and find Dad.
But deep down, I knew it wouldn't be easy.
He was still out there, somewhere, forgetting us.
And I wanted to prove that we didn't need him.
We were Monkey D. Iron and Dragon — twin brothers, moon-powered and determined.
Six months of "one week" wasn't going to break us.
It just made us stronger.