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The bonus opened by choosing the purple eel Don, and the shark on the feature card looked like he had just watched his idiot cousin inherit the restaurant.
Five Don Wild Reels were possible.
Five.
A whole underwater crime family sitting somewhere behind the reels with multipliers in their pockets and no visible tax plan.
The shark could have arrived with his grey suit, dead eyes, and the sort of multiplier that makes coral stop growing out of respect. The lobster could have marched in sideways with a red face and a grudge. The bigger Dons could have turned a full reel Wild into something that made the seabed check its pockets.
The game picked the eel.
Purple.
Smiling.
Cheap-looking in the specific way of a gangster who still uses coupons.
He slid into the bonus selection frame, nodded like he had bribed the wheel beforehand, and suddenly the whole feature belonged to him. Only his Wild reel could land for the entire round. Every other Don stayed outside the meeting, probably smoking behind the coral and discussing how badly leadership had gone.
Deep Sea Mafia had already made its position clear.
The ocean was not lawless.
The ocean had management.
I had triggered the bonus naturally at €0.80 after only a few minutes, which made the eel selection feel personal. The base game had been acting generous enough to get me near the door. Five reels, deep blue water, coral glowing pink and green, pipes around the grid, seaweed waving beside a rusty old slot machine on the left like someone had dumped a casino overboard and the fish immediately formed a committee.
The paying symbols were exactly what a criminal reef would use for business.
Purple rings, red crabs, stacks of cash, wine glasses, pearls, royals, all floating through the reels like evidence in a very wet trial. The crab kept appearing in the middle with the face of someone who had hidden money in every claw and still wanted sympathy.
A line of rings paid €4.00 early and made the purple jewels flash under the water.
A stack of cash landed on reel four and gave €7.20 with the quiet confidence of money that had definitely been wrapped before it sank.
Then the first Don Wild appeared.
Not the eel.
The shark.
Full reel.
Grey suit.
Hard stare.
Expanded across reel three with a 25x multiplier attached to him, and for one spin the whole ocean remembered who owned the table.
A crab line crossed through the Wild reel.
The multiplier hit.
€32.00 on the screen.
The shark did not smile.
Of course he did not.
A shark in a suit does not celebrate. He simply lets the reef understand the loan terms.
That hit put me ahead and also damaged my common sense. A full Wild reel with a multiplier this early is not a blessing. It is a mobster showing you the front of the safe before locking the back door.
A few spins later, the Bonus symbols started teasing.
One roulette-style Bonus on reel two.
Another on reel five.
No third.
The rusty 777 machine on the left glowed faintly, as if an old casino ghost had pressed its face against the glass to watch me get interested.
Then came the trigger.
Bonus on reel one.
Bonus on reel three.
Bonus on reel five.
The water darkened. The coral lights pulsed. Somewhere under the reels, a bass note rolled through the seabed like a submarine had just refused to answer questions.
The bonus door opened.
The Don selection began.
That was where the shark should have returned.
He had already shown me what he could do. He had already made the crabs line up. He had already put a proper multiplier on the table and stared through it like a debt collector with gills.
The selector passed him.
Passed the lobster.
Passed a blue Don with richer numbers.
Stopped on the purple eel.
The eel took over the bonus with all the authority of a nightclub doorman who accepts shellfish as payment.
First bonus spin.
No Wild reel.
Crabs and royals.
€2.40.
Second spin.
Eel Wild Reel on reel two.
Expanded full height.
Multiplier: 3x.
Three.
The eel arrived at a mafia meeting with a 3x multiplier like he had brought store-brand champagne to a yacht robbery.
A ring line connected through him.
€8.40.
Fine.
Not enough.
Third spin.
No eel.
Cash stacks landed on reels one and three, but reel four gave a blue J where a rich man’s suitcase should have been. The reels paid nothing, and the crab on reel five looked like he knew where the money went.
Fourth spin.
Eel Wild Reel again.
Reel four.
Multiplier: 5x.
Better.
Wine glasses crossed through the Wild and paid €14.00. The eel bobbed in place like he had just solved organized crime by watering it down.
Fifth spin brought the best shape of the feature and still found a way to smell cheap.
Eel Wild Reel on reel three.
Multiplier: 4x.
Cash on reels one and two.
Cash on reel five.
Reel four landed a red crab between the stacks like a seafood accountant blocking the hallway.
No full line.
No mafia miracle.
The crab sat there, red and smug, probably wearing a wire.
Sixth spin.
Bonus symbol.
One.
No extra round.
Seventh.
Two rings, two wine glasses, one eel Wild teaser sliding past above the reels and refusing to land. The eel was apparently busy being promoted somewhere else.
Final bonus spin.
The Wild reel landed one more time.
Reel one.
Multiplier: 2x.
The lowest little handshake in the entire ocean.
A line of crabs connected from the left and paid €6.40. The feature total reached €33.20 and stopped there, dripping seawater onto my expectations.
The bonus had given me the eel three times, multipliers small enough to fit in a clam, and one crab-shaped interruption that deserved to be questioned by reef police.
The regular reels returned under calmer water, but the sea looked less friendly now. The coral had the same colors. The rusty slot machine still glowed on the left. The small fish still drifted in the distance like witnesses who had seen too much and chosen plankton.
I kept the stake at €0.80.
No raise.
No chase.
No attempt to impress a shark who was clearly not taking my calls.
For a few spins, the base game behaved like nothing had happened. Royalties missed. Wine glasses landed one short. A ring line paid €3.20 and left immediately. The crab appeared stacked on reel three and produced €5.60, which felt less like a win and more like seafood hush money.
Then the shark came back.
Full Wild reel on reel four.
Multiplier: 50x.
Fifty.
In the base game.
After the eel bonus had walked in wearing 2x like a damp tie.
The shark expanded across the reel, grey suit, red tie, dead stare, and every symbol around him suddenly looked nervous.
Cash stacks landed on reels one and two.
Rings on reel three.
Cash on reel five.
Wrong mixture.
No proper line through the 50x.
The shark stood there with enough multiplier to buy the reef and watched the symbols fail basic cooperation. The win paid €0.00, which is not a result. It is the ocean letting a shark attend a robbery where nobody brought a bag.
I made the small hand movement people make when their soul tries to click the reels itself.
Two spins later, a lobster Don Wild Reel landed on reel two with 20x and connected wine glasses for €18.40. Nice. Annoying. The larger Dons were now showing up after the bonus like relatives arriving after the bill had been split.
The balance still needed more.
It did not get more.
The next stretch gave me low hits and mafia scenery. Crabs for €4.00. Rings for €2.40. Cash stacks that missed. Wine glasses floating through the wrong reels like the ocean’s worst bachelor party. The rusty slot machine on the left kept its 777 face lit, staring through the water like even abandoned equipment knew I had been assigned the eel when the shark was available.
Then came the last tease.
Bonus symbol on reel two.
Bonus symbol on reel four.
The fifth reel slowed.
Cash.
Crab.
Ring.
No Bonus.
The two Bonus symbols stayed there for half a breath, round and bright, like roulette wheels that had forgotten how to be useful.
Behind them, a faint shark silhouette drifted through the blue.
Not on the reels.
Not paying.
Not helping.
Just passing by like management checking whether the eel had finished embarrassing the family.
I stopped with the two Bonus symbols still fading and the rusty 777 machine glowing uselessly beside the coral.
The mafia had not thrown me out.
It had done something worse.
It had let the wrong Don run the meeting and left the shark outside with the money.
Even the autoplay in Totem Poles looks tired.