Editing Open fire! (A Bounty Upon Your Head)

{{Action
|ID = 258302
|Icon = explosion.png
|From Storylet title = A Bounty Upon Your Head
|Description = The ''[Target]'' it is not. But it stands in your way nonetheless.
|NarrowQuality = {{IL|Zeefaring}}
|NarrowDiff = 13
|Challenge information = 
{{PiracyTable|Type=challenge|ChallengeType=narrow}}
|Success title = Is that all they've got?
|Success description = [...]

The air thunders with cannon fire until it sounds as if the whole Neath might collapse about your ears. The zee roils [...] But your vessel dances through the hail of death [...] When the zee calms and the smoke clears, only one ship is left afloat.
|Success summary = The first paragraph varies based on the the type of ship you're pursuing.
{{Variant table|Condition = Chosen Bounty Ship Type|Condition alias = Ship Type|Effect = First Paragraph|Compact = yes
|Value 50 = The Fleet of Truth, it seems, lay claim to all Starved artefacts [...] The vessel gets halfway through [...] the various maritime and academic laws [...] before an overenthusiastic postgraduate fires a starboard cannon [...] – at which point all hell breaks loose.
|Value 77 = Despite flying the flag of Nidah, this vessel is from Gaider's Mourn. Another crew hired by the Mithridate Office, no doubt. Tripods smoulder on their deck, filling the air with familiar incense, but it can barely conceal the ship's carrion stink.
|Value 100 - 199 = A practiced ear can pick out specifics within the clangour. The boom-whistle of Caminus Yards' 'Hellthrasher'. [...] Your pursuer has the latest in weaponry from London's shipyards – has the Admiralty outfitted a ship just to hunt down little old you?
|Value 200 - 299 = The Khaganian vessel is a beacon in the darkness, its fierce electric lighting obscuring [...] its weaponry. It is a war-trimaran, double-outrigged and manoeuvrable, dodging your salvos and bringing its broadside to bear with startling agility.
|Value 300 - 399 = [...] Portholes open up like eyes on the gun decks, revealing the black voids of cannons where none were visible before. The ship itself ''screams'', a chilling, coal-powered war cry, and metal screeches as it forms itself into new and threatening shapes.
|Value 400 - 499 = It should be impossible for rowers to keep up with your engines. And yet the brass galley is gaining on you, under the power of nothing more than its crew. Worst of all, you can hear them ''laughing''.
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*{{Gain|Troubled Waters|+5 CP}}
*{{Gain|Pieces of Plunder Weighing Down Your Hold|[See below] x}}
*{{Gain|Zailing...|({{Use|Zailing Speed|Type=Math}}) x}}
*{{Gain|Time Spent at Zee|1 x|hidden=yes}}
{{PiracyTable|ChallengeType=narrow}}

{{Rare Success
|Rare Success title = Is that all they've got?
|Rare Success description = [...]

[...] The zee roils, a war of ordnance exploding just beneath the surface. But your vessel [...] returns the gift in kind. Your crew are fluid and unflappable, perfect [...] cogs in your giant machine. When the zee calms [...] there are plenty of riches left to claim.
|Success summary = The first paragraph varies based on the the type of ship you're pursuing, with the same text as the standard success.
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*{{Gain|Troubled Waters|+3 CP}}
*{{Gain|Pieces of Plunder Weighing Down Your Hold|[See below] x}}
*{{Gain|Zailing...|({{Use|Zailing Speed|Type=Math}}) x}}
*{{Gain|Time Spent at Zee|1 x|hidden=yes}}
{{PiracyTable|ChallengeType=narrow|SuccessType=rare}}


{{Failure
|Failure title = Outmanoeuvered
|Failure summary = The description changes based on the the type of ship you're pursuing.
{{Variant table|Condition = Chosen Bounty Ship Type|Condition alias = Ship Type|Effect = Third Paragraph|Compact = yes
|Value 77 = Through a spy-glass, you can see their captain: another corsair [...] wearing a mask. But this mask is black, glistening, like onyx or obsidian. All their crew are malnourished and skeletal, [...] yet they hurl themselves into the fight. [...] You barely escape [...]
|Value 100 - 199 = The captain of this vessel is a cut above the usual Admiralty dross. Your every manoeuvre is countered, your every gambit undercut. […] You are only just able to limp away, and are forced to spend the foreseeable future bailing water and patching holes.
|Value 200 - 299 = [...] Your ship feels clumsy in comparison, aiming always at the empty zee [...] They leverage every advantage at their disposal, blinding your gunners with dazzling spotlights [...] You are forced to retreat [...] lest you become a prisoner of the Khanate.
|Value 300 - 399 = [...] Your bosun contends that the vessel was simply attempting to ram you, to punch a hole in your hull [...] But you know the truth, and so do your crew. You stood at the railing as the Polythremean hulk charged towards you, [...] and ''opened its hungry mouth''.
|Value 400 - 499 = The brass galley's guns are comically small [...] And then the metal of your hull begins to sprout. [...] A rose blooms from the mouth of a torpedo launcher. You are forced to retreat before your vessel is transformed into a particularly buoyant shrub.
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*{{Gain|Troubled Waters|+12 CP}}
*{{Gain|Unwelcome on the Waters|message=Your vessel is reviled by all the zee's lawful citizens.|now=1}}
*{{Gain|Zailing...|({{Use|Zailing Speed|Type=Math}}/2) x}}
*{{Gain|Time Spent at Zee|1 x|hidden=yes}}