Harvesting
Fishing
Fishing is the gentlest harvesting skill and the only one you can do in almost every town. The catch feeds Cooking, which feeds you — and a fisher who keeps at it will eventually pull up a message in a bottle, which is a treasure map by another name.
What comes up on the line
Blackfish needs 110 effective skill: your own skill plus the bonus of the tool in your hand and any band. Raw skill stops at 100, so on skill alone a Grandmaster's draw ends at Valorfish — the Share at GM column — and the last column is the draw once gear has made up the difference.
| Skill | Yields | Share at GM | Share at 110 effective |
|---|---|---|---|
| No requirement | 82.0% | 81.9% | |
| 65.0 | 4.0% | 4.0% | |
| 70.0 | 3.5% | 3.5% | |
| 75.0 | 3.0% | 3.0% | |
| 80.0 | 2.5% | 2.5% | |
| 85.0 | 2.0% | 2.0% | |
| 90.0 | 1.5% | 1.5% | |
| 95.0 | 1.0% | 1.0% | |
| 99.0 | 0.5% | 0.5% | |
| 110.0 effective | — | 0.02% |
Fish Bobbers
Any catch at all can turn one up — a minnow is as good a chance as an Agafish. Right-click a bobber to unlock it for good, then wear it under Options. Every angler at the water sees the float on your line, which is rather the point of the Ultra Rares. Fishing while you are logged out counts exactly the same.
| Bobber | Tier |
|---|---|
| Common | |
| Common | |
| Common | |
| Rare | |
| Rare | |
| Rare | |
| Ultra Rare | |
| Ultra Rare | |
| Ultra Rare |
Rares
Five yard pieces found only by working this skill. Any work at the skill can turn one up — every swing or craft, success or failure, and the hours you put in while logged out as well. Each stands in your yard or your house, carries its own story on its tooltip, and trades like any other item.
| Piece | Its story |
|---|---|
| Forty pounds of blue-steel fish, varnished and mounted mid-leap. The brass plate says it was landed off Jhelom on a hook bent from a hairpin, and everyone in Jhelom agrees that is true — the woman who caught it still lives on the harbour, and she still has the hairpin. | |
| The skull of a Sea Serpent that breached beside the wrong line, its jaw bound shut with net cord — purely for tidiness, the fisher who landed it insists. On still nights it can be heard clicking its teeth, which is also, apparently, tidiness. | |
| She came up in a trawl net off Skara Brae with her paint still wet — gilt hair, blue gown, eyes on the horizon — from a ship no harbour has any record of. Sailors say a figurehead only lets go of a ship it could not save. Hers is always, faintly, damp. | |
| Green and blue glass floats knotted into an old net, the kind that wash ashore after a storm from wrecks nobody reported. New Haven's fishers hang them on the drying rack for luck. Hold one up to the sun and there is a little water sealed inside that no glassblower can account for. | |
| Three pots lashed together and still smelling of the harbour, with a painted buoy and a claw poking out of the bottom one. The lobster has been in there two years and has refused every attempt to let it go. It has decided this is where it lives now, and it is not wrong. |