Walking into the big dining room, Andrew immediately started shaking. [i]So... many... people![/i] he thought. He knew these were all strong duelists, as they earned their spot in the tournament. Compared to them he was an ant. The good thing about ants though, was that they could easily go unnoticed. All he had to do was act normal and not become an easy prey for the big fish. So he tried listening to himself, keeping his cool and normally walking towards a seat at the table.

At least, that was what he told himself. When he actually started moving, he was shaking even more, having a very awkward walk. When the very long walk, that more closely resembled dragging himself across the room, finally finished, he sat down on one of the chairs. Seeing the food right in front of him, he was even more confused about what to do. What if someone messed with the food to eliminate the competition? What if it was a relaxant, making him fall asleep, staying on the ship while it already left the island? What if it was something even worse? What if someone would... It was a million we were talking about after all. He just continued shaking in his chair, not taking even a bite.

And he wasn't even thinking about the fact that he was in the middle of the ocean...