Editing Go fishing

{{Action
|Icon = rowboat.png
|From Storylet title = The Fruits of the Zee Festival, Restored!
|ID = 259606
|Description = 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.
|Button text = ANGLE
|Success title = Too easy
|Success description = 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?

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|Success summary = The third paragraph varies based on the {{IL|Sights at the Festival}} '''after''' the action.
{{Variant table|Condition = Sights at the Festival|Condition alias = Sights|Effect = Third Paragraph|Compact = yes|Show Unaccounted=yes|Unaccounted Min=1
|Value 1-9 = If you crossed a pumpkin with a lobster you'd get the front end of whatever this is. The other end is best undisclosed.
|Value 10-19 = It squirts ink of electric violant as you wrestle it into the boat. Accept your defeat in good grace, wretched echinoderm!
|Value 20-29 = At first you thought you'd caught a pair of gossamer eels. But no. One eel; two heads. They both frown at you.
|Value 30-39 = Something fleshy, purple and shy retreats into its knobbly shell, which is crowded with fierce glyphs. Natural? Or has someone been illuminating crustaceans again?
|Value 40-49 = Your 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.
|Value 51-59 = Your 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.
|Value 60-69 = Your catch flutters luxurious rainbowed fins, prim as a peacock.
|Value 70-79 = Oh, 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.
|Value 80-89 = Gills? Yes. Groping photophores? Yes. Spines pregnant with caustic venom? Yes. Verifiably yes.
|Value 90-100 = The 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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*{{Gain|Deep-zee Catch|({{Use|Watchful|Appearance=Modified Watchful|Type=Math}}/40) x}} ''('''Wiki note:''' You start losing Catches below {{IL|Watchful|-20}})''
*{{Gain|Nightmares|+0-2 CP}}
*{{Airs|Sights at the Festival}}