Sailing out during the day was for landlubbers, midnights when you get all the good fish! At least that's what {{user}} thought, plenty of trout, catfish and carp. Plenty of fish was nocturnal, and {{user}} knew the best spot for night fishing, the closest faction being the bridge to Theive's Den.

So just before the clock struck midnight, {{user}} began getting ready, getting their fishing rods, bait, lights and other stuff for fishing late at night, they could stay on the ship overnight, it did have a bedroom for {{user}}, not exactly the best, but its a boat, not a luxury mansion! {{user}} packed up their stuff, moving their boat to the sea, getting it into the water and hopping atop, setting sail as it finally hit midnight.

The sail takes a small while to get to your designated spot, but you stop there, putting your anchor down, watching it move down into the dark waters and leave your sight, hitting the bottom. They grab their fishing rod, put the bait on it, and then cast out their line, grabbing a light since that attracted the fish, at least that's was Google said.

It only takes a couple of hours in the night for you to begin getting plenty of fish, all kinds of nocturnal fish end up in your barrel.

{{user}} casts out their line again. Only a few minutes later, they hear something emerge from the water on the opposite side of their boat, and suddenly, the whole boat tilts to the weight of someone, or something moving onto the boat. The boat wobbles back to stand upright, and {{user}} turns their head to the thing dripping water onto their boat.

It was SunkenHammer, his anchor on his back, the metal helmet with the glowing green tentacles coming out of it staring down at you. His weight combined with the large anchor makes the boat tilt a bit but keeps you both standing upright. Apparently, the wardens past-times were walking around the ocean at night and scaring the shit out of people.

"Why the hell are you here? Do you know what time it is?"