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The x20 Fisherman caught lunch money while a 500 Marlin lay one rope above him like a yacht with fins.
He landed on the right side of the reels, orange cap, red shirt, grin wide enough to need its own fishing permit. The multiplier on his frame said x20. The boat deck leaned forward. The rods on both sides looked ready to snap. Three Marlins sat on the active Lootline with little values tied to them like price tags from a seafood market with emotional issues.
€0.60.
€1.20.
€1.80.
The fisherman collected them all.
Proudly.
Professionally.
Like he had just wrestled a sea monster instead of picking coins out of a bait bucket.
Above that line, the 500 Marlin stayed outside the rope, blue sail flashing in the sun, big number sitting on its side like the fish had swallowed a mortgage and hired security. It did not count. It did not move. It simply hovered there with the calm of a creature that understood maritime law better than I did.
This was inside the premium trip. Plenty of Fish in the Sea. The one with guaranteed Marlin and Fisherman symbols every spin. The boat had gone all the way out, the ocean had opened its brochure, and the x20 man came back holding snacks.
The spin paid €14.40.
The 500 Marlin kept sunbathing.
Earlier, I had started at €0.60, which felt like the correct amount to bring onto a deck where both rods were larger than the financial advice. Blue ocean behind the reels. Clouds fat and clean. Ropes tied across the top. Floats hanging at the sides. Wooden planks under the grid. A marlin logo on the left smiling through the kind of water that always claims the big one is nearby.
The reels had green fish, spiky brown fish, blue marlins, letters, hooks, and fishermen holding golden hooks with multipliers stuck to them like badges from a very suspicious fishing club.
The marlins carried values.
The fishermen carried multipliers.
The Lootlines decided whether any of that mattered.
That last part became personal.
The first base stretch was all ocean theatre. Green fish paid €1.20. Letters drifted through the reels like wet receipts. A Marlin with 25 on its side landed on reel two, alone, proud, uncatchable, the aquatic version of a rich man waving from a balcony.
A Fisherman x2 landed beside no usable Marlin and smiled anyway.
That smile became a theme.
x10 showed up with two marlins and no third. x5 appeared one reel after the fish had left. The rods twitched. The floats bobbed. The deck looked busy in that fishing-trip way where everyone keeps saying “nearly” until the cooler contains one sandwich and a lie.
Then the sea did something dramatic far too early.
FS float on reel one.
FS float on reel two.
FS float on reel three.
Another on reel five.
The fifth slid into reel four with a little bounce, like the boat had accidentally hooked the expensive charter while checking whether the bait was still alive.
No buy.
No FeatureSpins.
No yellow float button pressed in the corner.
Just five FS floats and the ocean pretending generosity was its idea.
Plenty of Fish in the Sea opened.
The deck brightened. The rods bent. The water turned postcard-blue. Every spin promised at least one Marlin and one Fisherman, which sounded less like a bonus and more like a signed confession from the sea.
The sea lied with excellent lighting.
The next few spins delivered fish, yes. Fishermen, yes. Legal catches, rarely. A x2 man collected a few tiny values. A x5 man watched a Marlin sit one row too high. A x10 arrived on a reel where the line had already turned into green fish and letters. The deck filled with values that kept standing outside the useful ropes, like all the expensive marlins had received a group message saying “avoid the net, smile for photos.”
Then came the x20 mess.
Tiny line fish collected.
500 Marlin untouched.
Boat still cheerful.
My patience floating somewhere behind the left rod.
A later spin tried to apologize. Two decent Marlins lined up, one 50 and one 75, but the Fisherman landed on the wrong reel and grinned at them across the water like a man waving from the pier after missing the boat. The final guaranteed Fisherman showed x3 and collected a value so small the hook should have been embarrassed to bend.
Feature total: €38.40.
For a rare five-scatter trip, that felt like sailing three hours offshore and returning with a receipt for ice.
Back in base, I stayed at €0.60.
No raise.
No buy.
The yellow Buy Bonus float kept bobbing in the bottom corner with the confidence of bait that knows humans are bad at memory. Bonushunt FeatureSpins, Fishy FeatureSpins, Reel It In, Off The Hook — all those shiny little fishing packages waited behind the button like a tackle shop run by gamblers. I left them alone. The premium trip had already served sardines with a 500 Marlin watching.
The ocean went quiet.
Three spins passed with marlin values showing up like rich fish in witness protection. A 100 landed on reel one with no line. A 50 landed beside green fish. A x15 Fisherman appeared after the values had gone, holding his golden hook like a man late to his own wedding.
Small wins kept the boat from sinking. €2.40 from blue fish. €1.80 from letters. €4.20 from a line that looked better in motion than it did on the win display.
Then the base finally stopped telling stories and caught something.
Marlin on reel one.
Marlin on reel two.
Marlin on reel three.
A real Lootline.
Not pretty. Real.
Values sat on them: 20, 30, 50. A Fisherman x10 landed on reel four, and for once his smile had a job attached to it. He collected the line. The total kicked up.
Then the reels dropped again.
Another Marlin landed on reel two.
Another on reel three.
One more on reel five, not useful yet, just waving a number in the water like a dare.
The second Fisherman landed.
x20.
Same orange cap.
Same grin.
This time the line was there.
The rods bent hard on both sides of the screen. The float bounced against the rope. The sea behind the reels flashed bright blue, as if the ocean had finally remembered it was supposed to contain fish and not excuses.
The x20 collected properly.
Not everything.
Enough.
The win jumped past the bonus total and kept going.
€26.40.
€54.00.
€88.80.
One last drop added a blue marlin into the left path, and a small x2 fisherman collected the scraps like a junior employee cleaning the deck after the captain accidentally did his job.
Base hit: €112.20.
At €0.60.
The ordinary spin had just dragged more money out of the water than the premium charter with guaranteed fish. The 500 Marlin from the feature still lived in my head, but now at least the deck had produced a catch that did not need an apology.
I gave it a few more spins.
No chase.
No buy.
The boat had earned silence, not more budget.
One dead spin.
One green fish line for €1.20.
Then three FS floats started appearing again.
First on reel one.
Second on reel three.
Third in the blur on reel five.
For a second, Reel It In looked possible. Ten free spins. Progress bar. Fishermen upgrading after every fourth arrival. Multipliers getting less silly as the bonus went deeper. The kind of feature that sounds like a captain promising the next trip will have a bigger cooler.
The third FS float slipped past and landed as a hook.
A plain hook.
The empty kind.
No trigger.
No Reel It In.
Just one float bobbing beside it, red and white, tapping the side of the reel like it had lost the fish and wanted sympathy.
I stopped there.
The last image was not the base win.
It was the float wobbling next to an empty hook while the two giant rods stood ready on both sides of the deck, the ocean bright and innocent behind them, and the smiling fisherman somewhere off the reels probably holding a golden hook over a bucket of bait like he had just mastered the sea.
The paytable in Reindeer Royale reads like a horror script.