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From: The Fruits of the Zee Festival, Restored!


The old fishermen's adages about patience barely apply. The zee throngs with fish – it is the work of moments to push off in a skiff and come back with a haul.


Success

Too easy

The fishing boats have stopped even going out […] One need only hold out their arms and wait.

Something lands in your grasp with a wet slap, and proceeds to wriggle upsettingly while the attending fisherman cackles. […] What have you got here?

[…]

Description summary:
The third paragraph varies based on the Sights at the Festival after the action.

SightsThird Paragraph
1-9If you crossed a pumpkin with a lobster you'd get the front end of whatever this is. The other end is best undisclosed.
10-19It squirts ink of electric violant as you wrestle it into the boat. Accept your defeat in good grace, wretched echinoderm!
20-29At first you thought you'd caught a pair of gossamer eels. But no. One eel; two heads. They both frown at you.
30-39Something fleshy, purple and shy retreats into its knobbly shell, which is crowded with fierce glyphs. Natural? Or has someone been illuminating crustaceans again?
40-49Your catch flops around in the bottom of the boat, droning like a bored bee. It would look like a starfish, if starfish had a guileless brown eye blinking on each arm.
50-59Your catch is inconveniently ambulant. It keeps trying to wander grumpily back into the water. You give it a good talking to and hit it with an oar.
60-69Your catch flutters luxurious rainbowed fins, prim as a peacock.
70-79Oh, look. Just what fish needed: pedipalps. You get a close look at them as it gamely tries to catch your head in a net of sodden silk.
80-89Gills? Yes. Groping photophores? Yes. Spines pregnant with caustic venom? Yes. Verifiably yes.
90-100The thing sighs and lifts nine tentacles toward you. Each holds a soggy candle stub. You're not falling for that. Into the pot with you, marine horror.

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