Sensing the growing attention around him, Demetrius decided to use the moment to tell his story in a more dramatic way. While the rest of the crew unloaded the crates from the ship, he climbed onto a nearby crate, towering over the curious onlookers who were beginning to crowd around him, and spread his arms as if he were on a theater stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to recount the terrible experience we had with the Devourer of Ships," he began, his voice filled with a drama that only a theatrical storyteller could emulate. "We were crossing the treacherous waters between Klento and Naeross. The winds were favorable for a swift and peaceful voyage. Our mission? Simply to bring supplies to the island. The crew of my beloved ship, the Traveling Mermaid, were singing along when suddenly a deafening roar echoed across the sea. The calm waters began to churn, and gigantic tentacles rose from the depths of the sea, plunging us into utter chaos.
