Submariner — Sea Life

Barbed Tremorfish

military Depth 1+

Component: damage_reduction (+8)

The Barbed Tremorfish is one of the first warning signs that a voyage has crossed from open water into hunted water. Its plated skull is riddled with pressure-sensing pits that let it hear the faintest shudder of a submarine hull, even through silt, engine noise, and black current. When agitated, the Tremorfish curls its body tight and releases a violent pulse through the water before striking. The impact is rarely enough to sink a vessel outright, but its hooked dorsal barbs scrape across armor seams and leave the hull weaker for whatever answers the noise next. Submariner crews call them "knockers" because they often announce themselves with three dull impacts against the outer plating. By the time the fourth knock comes, the fish is usually close enough for the teeth to matter.

Bastionfin Wreckmaw

military Depth 5+

Component: damage_reduction (+19)

The Bastionfin Wreckmaw carries broken hull fragments in its own armor, as if every ship it has ruined becomes another wall around its body. It advances slowly, absorbing panic fire and closing until its crushing mouth can find metal thin enough to fold. The broad side fins cure into brutally effective impact baffles if a crew can cut them free.

Chainjaw Barricade Eel

military Depth 3+

Component: damage_reduction (+14)

The Chainjaw Barricade Eel knots itself across narrow cuts in the reef and dares vessels to push through. Its interlocking jaw plates can catch anchor chain, tow cable, or hull seam with the same ugly patience. When harvested, the shield fins can be bolted into layered hull skirts that blunt the worst of a grazing hit.

Dreadplate Ramshark

military Depth 3+

Component: damage_reduction (+15)

The Dreadplate Ramshark is built around one bad idea: hit first, hit harder, and let the other thing become geography. Its brow is a wedge of overlapping bone plates that have learned the sound of stressed rivets, and it follows that sound through silt clouds with grim patience. Crews who salvage its forehead armor say the plates still lean toward vibration, as if the beast is trying to finish the charge.

Ironspine Mortar Eel

military Depth 4+

Component: damage_reduction (+16)

The Ironspine Mortar Eel coils around thermal vents and lets pressure build beneath the cannon-like ridges along its back. It snaps at sound, heat, and anything that interrupts its spiral patrol. Salvagers prize plates from its spine because they remember impact like old armor and shed force instead of shattering.

Thornshell Crawler

military Depth 3+

Component: damage_reduction (+10)

The Thornshell Crawler moves across trench walls and wreckage fields on hooked limbs, dragging a shell dense enough to shrug off glancing fire. It is slow in open water, but terrifying near rock, coral, or sunken metal where it can launch itself from the dark like a sprung trap. Its shell grows in overlapping thorn plates that break away during impact and lodge in whatever they strike. Submarines that survive a close pass often surface with jagged splinters embedded along the hull, each one vibrating faintly as if the Crawler is still nearby. The Crawler is not a hunter of speed. It is a hunter of routes, waiting in the places crews must pass through and making every narrow channel feel watched.

Gloomfin Choralwhale

science Depth 1+

Component: ap_trickle (+6)

The Gloomfin Choralwhale drifts through shallow darkness with a choir of low tones pulsing through its ribs. Its song is not beautiful in the usual sense; it is a pressure hymn that maps currents, wakes dormant instruments, and makes old sonar screens bloom with impossible patterns. Science crews prize the Choralwhale because its resonant calls can reveal hidden mineral shelves and charge delicate expedition gear. That same music can also lull a crew into carelessness, softening the edge between useful data and the deep's stranger invitations. When one sings close to the hull, every bolt seems to hum along. Some captains call that good fortune. Others cut engines and wait for the song to pass.

Helixlight Choir Medusa

science Depth 2+

Component: ap_trickle (+5)

The Helixlight Choir Medusa drifts in slow spirals, arranging its tendrils into glowing double-helix loops whenever music crosses the hull. It rarely attacks, but every pulse seems to tune nearby instruments a fraction brighter, as if the creature is harmonizing with machinery instead of flesh. Science crews collect its shed light-filaments for tiny sustained power loops and for the uncomfortable beauty of watching them sing without mouths.

Lucent Choir Isopod

science Depth 1+

Component: ap_trickle (+4)

The Lucent Choir Isopod is a small armored filter-feeder that hums through blue vents along its shell. Alone, it sounds like a loose wire; in groups, it becomes a chord that steadies nervous hands at the controls. Young crews consider it good luck, while old crews know luck is just another system that needs maintenance.

Luminous Driftkelp-Beast

science Depth 1+

Component: ap_trickle (+4)

The Luminous Driftkelp-Beast begins as a drifting mat of lantern kelp, harmless enough until the fronds fold inward and reveal the animal woven through the roots. Its body is long, patient, and almost plant-still, with glowing tendrils that imitate safe currents and false marker lights. Research crews follow its glow because the beast often gathers around nutrient blooms and rare chemical vents. The danger is that it learns the rhythm of a submarine quickly, wrapping itself around the same wake pattern until the crew mistakes pursuit for coincidence. A Driftkelp-Beast does not strike like a predator. It accompanies, studies, and slowly turns the water around a vessel into a net.

Neon Ossuary Siphon

science Depth 3+

Component: ap_trickle (+5)

The Neon Ossuary Siphon drifts among old skeleton reefs, drawing mineral charge through a cage of pale ribs that are not entirely its own. It flashes in measured pulses whenever music or sonar crosses the water, as if it is cataloging rhythm as a nutrient. Science crews gather the creature's shed siphon threads for gentle energy loops, but the strands continue to pulse in tidy counts long after removal.

Quartzlung Nudibranch

science Depth 1+

Component: ap_trickle (+4)

The Quartzlung Nudibranch crawls across pipework and reef bone with crystal-frilled lungs exposed to the current. It feeds on trace voltage leaking from wrecks, then exhales tiny blue sparks that pop harmlessly against the glass. New crews sometimes laugh at its size until the engineers explain that anything able to breathe electricity near the hull deserves a respectful distance.

Dead-Reckoner Sawray

navigation Depth 5+

Component: spawn_boost (+10)

The Dead-Reckoner Sawray glides along invisible current lines with a serrated snout held perfectly level, as if following a map no crew has earned. Its twin eyes rotate independently like wet compass dials, fixing on pressure shifts before the ship's gauges notice them. Navigation crews salvage the ray's directional cartilage because it twitches toward moving water, even after the rest of the beast has gone still.

Needlerudder Pilotfish

navigation Depth 2+

Component: spawn_boost (+8)

The Needlerudder Pilotfish darts ahead of larger creatures and passing submarines, correcting its path with a tail as precise as a steering vane. Its little bronze fins flick toward pressure changes before gauges twitch. Cooks ignore it, hunters underestimate it, and navigators quietly watch which way it turns.

Needlewake Cartographer

navigation Depth 2+

Component: spawn_boost (+8)

The Needlewake Cartographer darts ahead of vessels, stitching bright silver tracks through crosscurrents like a living route plotter. It is not friendly so much as impatient, nudging anything slow away from dead water and toward stranger traffic. Navigation crews use its tail spines as current needles, and the spines keep pointing long after the fish is gone.

Whisper Eel

navigation Depth 1+

Component: ap_trickle (+5)

The Whisper Eel is a pale thread of motion that slips through ballast shadows and cable noise, speaking in tiny clicks that sound unsettlingly like distant crew chatter. It is small compared to the trench's larger predators, but it has a talent for making a submarine feel less alone. Its weak electrical pulse can wake old sensors and feed a trickle of useful readings into a voyage. The same pulse also carries false echoes, making crews hear knocks from empty water or voices from compartments nobody entered. When a Whisper Eel follows the hull, veterans lower their voices. Not because it understands them, they say, but because it learns the shape of fear very quickly.

Amberglass Lantern Eel

uncommon

6–16 SP

A slim lantern eel whose amber organs glow through the skin like warm glass. Crews say its light goes steady when the water is calm and flickers when the deep is lying.

Amberjaw Vent Trout

uncommon

6–16 SP

The Amberjaw Vent Trout cruises warm seams in the water with its lower jaw glowing like heated resin. It cooks rich and smoky, as if it remembers the vent it came from.

Ashfin Sculpin

uncommon

4–10 SP

Ashfin Sculpins hunker among soot-black rocks until a careless hand gets close. The fins look burned, the eyes look offended, and the cooked flesh is better than the face suggests.

Barnacleback Shad

common

1–3 SP

A shad that carries tiny barnacle scars across its back from rubbing against wreckage. The scars make it ugly, distinctive, and easier to spot.

Bent Screen Rivet

common

0–1 SP

A bent rivet still clutching a scrap of intake screen. It has survived one bad repair already and seems ready to ruin another.

Bent Spoon Lure

common

0–1 SP

Bent Spoon Lures are tarnished scraps of old fishing luck, usually too warped to swim right and too sharp to toss around. Most are junk, but every so often one still catches light in a way that makes the deck go quiet.

Bioluminex Pod

common

6–15 SP

Bioluminex Pods grow in the dark folds of reef-beasts and vent kelp, storing light the way surface plants store sugar. Fresh pods pulse when music vibrates through the hull, making them useful for low-grade illumination, lure crafting, and any crew experiment that begins with someone saying the glow is probably harmless.

Blackcurrent Basslet

uncommon

5–16 SP

Blackcurrent Basslets hold position in flows strong enough to tug loose tools from a deck. Their meat is dense and dark, a favorite among crews who swear it tastes better after a rough voyage.

Boilerplate Breamlet

common

1–3 SP

A chunky breamlet with overlapping scales like tiny boiler plates. It feeds around warm hulls and tastes faintly of minerals no cook can name.

Bottlecap Barnacle Cluster

common

0–1 SP

Bottlecap Barnacle Clusters are exactly what nobody hoped to find: rusted caps, stubborn barnacles, and a few sharp bits of wire fused into one insulting little prize. Scrap sorters keep them only because the ocean already went to the trouble.

Brackish Lantern Smolt

common

1–3 SP

A smolt with a dull lantern patch beneath the throat, just bright enough to give away its hiding place. It is proof that the deep rewards subtlety poorly.

Brimstone Hatchetfish

uncommon

6–15 SP

Brimstone Hatchetfish gather near sulfur vents, their yellow belly plates glowing whenever the water turns sharp and hot. The meat is barely worth the argument, but the plates make excellent heat-reactive markers for engine-room repairs.

Brinebutton Goby

common

1–2 SP

Brinebutton Gobies squat in reef cracks and stare at the sub like they are judging the welds. Their spotted fins sell for pocket change, and their main talent is surviving places where better fish have already left.

Brinechalk Whiting

common

1–3 SP

A pale whiting dusted with salt-white flecks like chalk rubbed over wet slate. It cooks clean and flakes apart before anyone can complain.

Brineglass Sailfin

uncommon

5–15 SP

The Brineglass Sailfin flashes through the beam lights like a shard of frozen tide. Its tall fin cracks if handled roughly, but careful cooks say the meat stays clean and bright.

Chalktail Breamlet

common

1–3 SP

A round common breamlet with a pale chalk-white tail that shows up in murky water before the rest of the fish. It is bland, dependable, and exactly what hungry crews ask for.

Chitin Shard

common

4–10 SP

Chitin Shards are broken plates from larger pressure-hardened creatures, still tough enough to nick a knife and stubborn enough to jam a filter intake. Engineers shave them into patch resin or grind them into abrasive grit, though every shard seems to remember the thing it used to protect.

Cinderfin Shiner

common

1–3 SP

A lean shiner with smoky fins and ember-orange tips. It follows warmth through the dark, often turning up wherever the submarine's engines have recently been.

Clampjaw Goby

common

1–3 SP

A squat goby with an oversized jaw that clamps onto rocks during hard currents. It looks permanently annoyed, even after becoming dinner.

Cobalt Ridge Grouper

uncommon

7–16 SP

Cobalt Ridge Groupers wedge themselves into blue mineral shelves and dare the current to move them. Landing one feels like pulling a brick with fins, but the slabs roast beautifully.

Copperbelly Sprat

common

1–3 SP

This sprat flashes like a lost coin when it turns in the work lights. Superstitious deckhands toss the first one back, then quietly keep the next few for the pan.

Copperfin Polliwog

common

1–3 SP

A round little bottom-feeder with bright coppery fins and an anxious wobble. It nibbles oxidation from wreck plating, which gives the flesh a faint mineral tang.

Corroded Bolt Cluster

common

0–2 SP

A fused knot of bolts, nuts, and orange-brown corrosion. Engineers keep saying one of these will be useful someday, which is how junk earns a bunk.

Cracked Oxygen Ampoule

uncommon

4–10 SP

Cracked Oxygen Ampoules are sealed glass capsules from obsolete emergency kits. Most are spent, a few still hiss when warmed, and every salvage clerk pretends not to flinch while pricing them.

Cracked Porthole Washer

common

0–1 SP

A warped brass washer from a porthole frame, still gripping one stubborn shard of salt-frosted glass. It is mostly trash, but engineers keep them around for shims, wagers, and bad luck jokes.

Cracked Sonar Washer

common

0–1 SP

A split metal washer from an old sonar rig, polished smooth by sand and pressure. It is not worth much, but it proves somebody else once listened here.

Creakfin Goby

common

1–3 SP

This wary goby hides under plates and old pier legs, flaring ragged fins whenever the hull groans. It is common, nervous, and surprisingly hard to offend.

Crimson-Orbit Barracuda

rare

25–60 SP

The Crimson-Orbit Barracuda carries red ring marks that seem to circle its body even when it holds still. It strikes fast, bleeds bright, and sells better when the teeth are left on display.

Crownless Eclipse Marlin

legendary

115–240 SP

The Crownless Eclipse Marlin is a trophy of impossible dark water, marked with golden rings that seem to swallow work lights rather than reflect them. Old crews say it lost its crown in a fight with the moon and has been hunting bright things ever since.

Crumpled Foil Bait

common

0–1 SP

A wad of bright old foil twisted onto a scrap of line. It probably fooled a fish once, which is more than most junk can claim.

Dead Signal Battery

common

0–1 SP

A spent battery sealed by rust and brine. It will not hold charge again, but the casing is useful enough that nobody throws it back.

Dockdust Perchlet

common

1–3 SP

This dusty little perchlet noses through pilings and old silt, taking on the color of whatever harbor it survives. Galley crews like it because it cleans quickly and complains only with its eyes.

Docklight Minnow

common

1–3 SP

The Docklight Minnow gathers around submarine running lights and broken pier lamps, mistaking any steady glow for a safe current. It is too small to impress the crew, but its amber cheek lanterns make it easy to spot in a net and easier to trade than empty water.

Dockshadow Fluke

common

1–3 SP

A flat fluke mottled like the underside of a dock at midnight. It waits on the bottom until a careless net convinces it that hiding was not enough.

Driftglow Mackerellet

common

1–3 SP

A young mackerel with a weak blue glow that comes and goes like a faulty deck light. It is better at looking promising than being valuable.

Drowned Ticket Stub

common

0–1 SP

A pulped old ticket stub sealed in grime and salt, unreadable except for the shape of admission. Whatever it once promised, the sea collected first.

Duskdot Killifish

common

1–2 SP

A small killifish freckled with dim blue dusk-spots. The dots fade after capture, which makes veteran crews claim the fish keeps its real color for the sea.

Empty Bilge-Tonic Bottle

common

0–1 SP

An empty amber bottle with a chipped neck and a cap that refuses to admit defeat. It smells faintly medicinal, faintly fermented, and strongly like someone lost a bet below deck.

Flickerstripe Tomcod

common

1–3 SP

A small tomcod with broken pale stripes that flicker when it turns. The flash is not magic, but it is enough to make the net crew blink.

Foamcap Mullet

common

1–3 SP

A squat mullet with pale speckles across its head like sea foam. It grazes on soft algae mats and reacts to danger by pretending very hard to be a rock.

Foamspit Dab

common

1–3 SP

A flat dab with pale bubbles around its mouth and sand-colored fins. It looks unimpressed by capture, cooking, and most human decisions.

Fogscale Pollocklet

common

1–3 SP

A small gray pollock that seems dusted in sea fog even after it is hauled aboard. Galley crews like it because it flakes easily and never starts arguments about seasoning.

Frayed Copper Strand

common

0–1 SP

A frayed strand of copper wire with cracked insulation and salt in the bite marks. It conducts nostalgia better than electricity.

Frayed Diving Tag

common

0–3 SP

A torn identification tag from an old dive suit, its numbers scraped almost blank. It feels too personal for scrap and too ruined for history.

Frayed Net Knot

common

0–1 SP

A swollen knot of old net rope with a rusted hook buried in the twist. Nobody wants it, which is usually how it ends up being useful five minutes later.

Frayed Net Wad

common

0–0 SP

Frayed Net Wads come up heavy, dripping, and full of disappointment. They can clog a winch, foul a prop, or become emergency cordage if the crew is desperate enough to pretend the knots still have a plan.

Frostgill Snapper

uncommon

6–16 SP

Frostgill Snappers breathe in cold seams that crust their gill plates with pale mineral rime. Once warmed, the fillets turn sweet and flaky, making them a welcome catch after too many salvage scraps.

Grayline Sprat

common

1–3 SP

A thin sprat with a soft gray line running straight down its side. It arrives in quick flashes and leaves behind very little drama.

Harborcoin Minnow

common

1–3 SP

A bright little minnow whose round scales flash like loose change under dock lights. It is common fare, but crews still count a net full of them as a small mercy on long voyages.

Hullkiss Minnow

common

1–3 SP

A small minnow marked by dark scrapes from brushing too close to moving metal. Finding one near the hull means the lights are attracting dinner again.

Ironbelly Stickleback

common

1–3 SP

A prickly stickleback with a dark metallic belly and more confidence than mass. It rattles in a bucket like loose screws.

Kelp Cluster

common

3–8 SP

Kelp Clusters are tough knots of deep fronds and buoy bulbs harvested before they can tangle a prop or choke an intake. The best clusters are rubbery, salt-rich, and faintly conductive, useful for rations, sealant, and questionable chemistry in equal measure.

Kelp-Wrapped Bottle

common

0–1 SP

A cloudy bottle cinched in dead kelp and salt-stiff twine. Whatever message it carried dissolved long ago, leaving only a hollow clink in the salvage bin.

Kelpwire Sardine

common

1–3 SP

A small sardine traced with a thin kelp-colored line that looks almost wired into its scales. It travels in tight schools around drifting weeds and loose cables.

Lampwake Pollock

common

1–3 SP

This pollock follows the warm glow behind hull lamps and maintenance skiffs. Its pale flank streak makes it easy to spot and easier to cook.

Lanterncrumb Minnow

common

1–3 SP

A tiny minnow with scattered pinpricks of warm light along its flank. In groups, they resemble crumbs dropped from some much larger lantern.

Lanterncrumb Smelt

common

1–2 SP

A tiny smelt with warm pinprick lights scattered along its belly. The glow fades quickly after capture, leaving only a faint buttery shimmer and a smell like rain on a hot deck.

Lanternjaw Snipefish

uncommon

5–13 SP

Lanternjaw Snipefish carry a narrow glow under the mouth, luring plankton and impatient fingers alike. They are awkward to clean but worth keeping when the voyage needs cheap heat and protein.

Lanternlip Anchovy

common

1–3 SP

Lanternlip Anchovies flash tiny amber mouths while feeding on specks stirred up by the hull. They are common enough to be overlooked, but a fresh catch can brighten a bait tank like a handful of nervous sparks.

Little Valvefish

common

1–3 SP

A round little fish with a brass-colored cheek mark that looks suspiciously mechanical. It is still fish, not salvage, and the galley insists on that distinction.

Moonhook Skimmer

uncommon

4–12 SP

Moonhook Skimmers drift above wreck fields on crescent fins, turning in slow arcs as if following tides no instrument can detect. Their pearly fin hooks are fragile but valuable, and old crews claim a skimmer crossing the bow means the current is about to change.

Moonmilk Anchovy

common

1–3 SP

A pale anchovy with a soft shine like moonlight stirred into milk. It arrives in thin silver streaks around the hull lamps and vanishes when larger shadows lean close.

Mudbutton Smelt

common

1–3 SP

A stubby little smelt with round mud-colored spots along its side. It tastes better than it looks, which is the kindest thing most crews can say about it.

Mudstripe Blenny

common

0–2 SP

A stubby blenny painted in muddy bands, usually found sulking inside old pipe mouths. It is not glamorous, but a hungry galley can make something warm out of almost anything.

Needlecap Lanternfish

uncommon

5–14 SP

Needlecap Lanternfish carry warm pinlights down both flanks and a sharp crest that helps them cut through tight pressure seams. Crews save the photophores for low-power markers when batteries are sulking.

Oilglint Scad

common

1–3 SP

This common scad carries a dark rainbow sheen like oil on rainwater. It is safe enough to eat, though cooks rinse it twice to stop the crew from making jokes.

Pale Current Smelt

common

1–3 SP

Pale Current Smelt ride gentle pressure streams in loose silver schools. A few in the net rarely change a voyage, but crews like them because their blue side stripe points toward the current before instruments catch up.

Pale Vent Char

common

1–3 SP

A pale char that hugs the edges of lukewarm vents and mineral seeps. Its skin is soft, its bones are fine, and its presence usually means the rocks are still breathing.

Palecoil Eellet

common

0–2 SP

A young pale eel that coils into any cup, boot, or intake screen left unattended. It is cookable, technically, which is the kindest review it gets.

Palehook Anchovy

common

1–2 SP

A narrow pale fish with a jaw curved like a tiny boarding hook. It arrives in nervous clusters around hull lights and disappears the instant a larger shadow crosses the beam.

Palehook Mackerel

common

1–3 SP

A clean silver mackerel with a pale hook mark near the gill. Cooks like it because it behaves like dinner instead of a mystery.

Pearlbelly Anchovy

common

1–3 SP

A fast little anchovy with a pale belly that gleams like a loose pearl in dim water. Schools of them scatter around the hull like living static.

Pipewake Codlet

common

1–3 SP

A chunky codlet that follows the warm wake of pipes, vents, and tired engines. Its flesh is plain, firm, and welcome when the sea offers nothing grander.

Porthole Pinfish

common

1–3 SP

A small pinfish with a round black eye-ring like a submarine porthole. It pecks at algae on wreck glass and glares at everything larger than itself.

Pressure Pearl Bead

uncommon

8–16 SP

Pressure Pearl Beads form where shell, salt, and old metal are squeezed together for years in the dark. Engineers use them as smooth bearing cores, while collectors mostly enjoy pretending they did not come from a filter intake.

Pressure-Crumpled Canister

common

0–2 SP

A small storage canister crushed into a wrinkled metal fist by depth pressure. The cap is sealed, but the rattle inside is not promising.

Pressureglass Flake

uncommon

7–16 SP

Pressureglass Flakes shear from ancient viewport panels that survived depths their builders never advertised. Each shard bends light slightly wrong, which makes engineers eager and superstitious crew members quiet.

Prismback Needleperch

uncommon

5–15 SP

A lean perch with a narrow back that breaks light into sharp color. It darts around survey beams and is tricky to net without slicing the line.

Redthread Sprat

common

1–2 SP

A narrow sprat marked by a single red line from gill to tail. Crews say the stripe points home, which is useful folklore and useless navigation.

Redwake Saber Ray

rare

30–60 SP

A rare saber ray whose crimson fin marks look like fresh current wounds. It slices through nets, then settles into the hold with the terrible dignity of a blade that can swim.

Relicglass Nautilus

rare

22–60 SP

Relicglass Nautilus shells look blown from ancient windows, each chamber holding a different shade of trapped abyssal light. Scientists call them living pressure archives; salvagers call them a payday that might shatter if you sneeze nearby.

Rippleback Sardine

common

1–3 SP

A compact sardine whose back shimmers with tiny wave-shaped stripes. It is quick, ordinary, and welcome in the pan after a long run through empty water.

Rivet-Eye Shiner

common

1–3 SP

A polished little shiner with dark gill spots like rivets set into silver. It flashes around hull repairs and seems to enjoy the sound of loose tools.

Rivethead Blenny

common

1–2 SP

A blunt blenny with round metal-colored bumps across its head. It wedges itself between hull rivets and acts like it paid rent there.

Ropewake Rasbora

common

1–2 SP

A wiry rasbora that follows the slow wake of old ropes and cable drifts. Its tail flicks like a knot coming undone.

Rusted Bilge Bolt

common

0–1 SP

A swollen rusted bolt from somewhere wet, important, and long forgotten. It has no mystery left, only weight, corrosion, and the faint comfort of spare metal.

Rustgill Herring

common

1–3 SP

A common herring with rusty color blooming around the gills. It often schools near corroded wreck edges, as if bad metal gives the water flavor.

Rustscale Dace

common

0–2 SP

A narrow dace with rusty scale edges from living among iron wreckage. It is tougher than it looks, which is both a survival trait and a cooking complaint.

Rustscale Minnow

common

1–2 SP

Rustscale Minnows gather around wreck metal and come up smelling faintly of old bolts. Their coppery scales are mostly decorative, but engineers still joke that enough of them might patch a leak if everyone believed hard enough.

Sallowfin Dory

common

1–3 SP

The Sallowfin Dory is an oval, mild-tasting catch with yellow fins and a permanently worried face. It is easy to cook and hard to brag about.

Salt-Sealed Lunch Tin

common

0–2 SP

A small lunch tin welded shut by salt and pressure. The crew has agreed not to open it until morale gets much worse.

Saltbutton Minnow

common

1–2 SP

A tiny table fish marked with hard white salt pearls along its flank. Crews joke that finding one means the sea has paid in loose change, but the meat cooks clean and sweet when supplies run thin.

Saltclogged Intake Mesh

common

0–1 SP

A small intake mesh packed with salt, silt, and stubborn neglect. The part is cheap; the lesson is expensive.

Saltpacked Fuse Stub

common

0–1 SP

A dead ceramic fuse sealed at both ends by salt crystals and old panic. It will not power anything again, but it makes a satisfying clink in the salvage bin.

Siltglass Loach

common

0–2 SP

A soft loach with smoky transparent skin and a talent for disappearing into disturbed silt. It is slippery in the hand and stubborn in the stew.

Siltstripe Mudsnapper

common

1–3 SP

A blunt little bottom-feeder that packs itself into cloudy silt whenever engines pass overhead. It tastes better than it looks, provided the cook scrapes away the mud crust first.

Siltwhisker Loach

common

1–3 SP

Siltwhisker Loaches nose along the bottom with little barbels, tasting mud, rust, and whatever the crew just dropped. They are reliable catches in dull water and a quiet warning that the seabed is closer than the pilot thinks.

Silverglass Raylet

uncommon

5–14 SP

Silverglass Raylets flex like tiny mirrors in the worklights, scattering the sub's beams into false movement. Their delicate wings are edible if handled quickly, but the crew mostly prizes them for the way they reveal nearby current shifts.

Silvermote Hakelet

common

1–3 SP

A young hake that glitters with tiny silver motes when startled. Most of that shine is panic, but it still looks fine in the galley light.

Smokescale Herringling

common

1–3 SP

A quiet herringling marked with soot-dark scales along its back. It gathers near warm vents and engine wash, where the water tastes faintly of metal and yesterday.

Snapped Lure Hook

common

0–1 SP

A broken fishing hook still wearing a strip of fake shimmer. Something bit hard enough to take the rest, and the crew is happier not knowing what.

Sonar Scrap Coil

uncommon

5–12 SP

Sonar Scrap Coils are loops of insulated receiver wire torn from old listening rigs. They no longer hear much, but they sell well to anyone rebuilding instruments from yesterday's wreckage.

Sonarblue Razorfin

uncommon

7–16 SP

A knife-shaped fish that flashes blue when sonar rolls across its scales. Nets come back sliced if the crew gets lazy.

Sootgill Gudgeon

common

0–2 SP

A smudged gray gudgeon that thrives around warm exhaust vents and black smokers. Its gills stay permanently dark, as if it has been breathing a chimney.

Sootscale Sprat

common

1–3 SP

The Sootscale Sprat feeds near warm vent ash and old engine discharge, leaving its scales darkened like burned metal. Crews treat it as a plain meal-catch: not rare, not pretty, but proof that something living still moves through the murk.

Splintered Gauge Needle

common

0–1 SP

A snapped brass needle from some forgotten pressure gauge. It still points at something, though nobody trusts what.

Split Rubber Gasket

common

0–1 SP

A torn rubber gasket crusted with salt and bad timing. It is not worth much, but any engineer who throws one away has never needed a patch at depth.

Static-Chewed Cable End

common

0–3 SP

A severed cable end with frayed copper hairs and old scorch marks. It smells like dead current when cracked open.

Tarspot Flounderling

common

0–2 SP

A young flounder dotted with tar-black spots from feeding near old spill beds. Nobody asks too many questions when the pan is hot.

Thunderbelly Ling

rare

24–56 SP

A deep ling with a pressure-swollen belly that pops softly when hauled into the air. Crews bleed it slow before baking, because rushing the cut can rattle every pan in the galley.

Tidebutton Snipefish

common

1–3 SP

A narrow little table fish with pearl-like buttons along its flank. It darts through tide wash in short, nervous lines and cooks up cleaner than its needle nose suggests.

Tideglass Sprat

common

1–3 SP

A tiny clear-finned sprat that flashes like broken window glass when the sub lights pass over it. Crews prize it less for meat than for the way its stomach glow hints at nearby plankton blooms.

Tinflash Guppy

common

0–2 SP

A nervous guppy that flashes dull tin-silver when startled. It gathers near discarded cans and foil scraps, copying the glitter of trash to dodge bigger mouths.

Tinstripe Anchovy

common

1–3 SP

A bright anchovy marked by a dull stripe like tin under deck lights. It is too small to impress anyone, but a pan full of them can quiet a hungry room.

Tinstripe Dartfish

common

1–2 SP

The Tinstripe Dartfish is a quick little streak of silver that darts through pressure eddies and vanishes under hull shadows. Its narrow body gives it almost no salvage value, though bored deckhands sometimes keep the brightest stripe as a luck token.

Torn Canvas Filter

common

0–1 SP

A ragged canvas filter ringed with salt and old oil. It is not worth much, but engineers keep these scraps around for patches, plugs, and bad ideas that somehow work.

Torn Oilcloth Scrap

common

0–1 SP

A ragged scrap of waterproof oilcloth, blackened at the edges and stiff with salt. It may have wrapped tools, maps, or lunch; the sea kept the secret.

Tuning Fork Relay

uncommon

6–16 SP

A brass relay shaped like a tuning fork, still humming after years under pressure. It is not edible, but it can make dead wiring remember a note.

Umbrafin Sardelle

common

1–3 SP

A little sardelle with dark fins that vanish first in low light. The body follows, unless the cook gets lucky with the net.

Velvet Maw Perch

uncommon

4–12 SP

Velvet Maw Perch are slow, stubborn fish with dark lips soft enough to look harmless until the jaw closes. Their gold-edged fins and dense meat make them a respectable uncommon catch, especially near warm wreck pockets.

Venom Sac

common

5–12 SP

Venom Sacs must be cut free gently and stored far from anything the crew plans to keep alive. Their amber toxin can be diluted into bait, medicine, or weapon wash depending on who is holding the vial and how honest they feel about the word diluted.

Ventlace Betta

uncommon

6–14 SP

Ventlace Bettas wear fins like torn lace burned at the edges by warm vent water. They are too pretty for the pan until supplies run low, at which point beauty becomes soup.

Vibration-Damped Oarlock

uncommon

5–14 SP

A rubber-brass oarlock from a silent-running skiff, still faintly humming after every sonar ping. Mechanics prize the damped collar for anything that needs to hold steady without singing back to the dark.

Violet Maelstrom Tuna

rare

24–58 SP

A muscular tuna that travels the outer rim of pressure whirlpools, its violet flank stripes curling like storm bands. Landing one means the crew crossed water that wanted to twist the boat sideways.

Warm Copper Resonator

uncommon

5–14 SP

A copper coil housing that hums gently after being pulled from the water. It is not edible, but it can still carry rhythm through a voyage system.

Whalefall Minnow

common

1–2 SP

A pale minnow often found near old bones on the seafloor. It feeds quietly where giants ended, which makes the catch feel heavier than it is.

Wharfshadow Dace

common

1–3 SP

A quiet harbor fish that keeps the color of pilings and old rope shadows. It is not impressive, but its steady presence tells a crew they are still close enough to civilization to remember breakfast.

Whisperfin Dab

common

1–3 SP

A small flat dab with fins so soft they barely stir the silt. Crews use its arrival as a sign that the water has gone quiet enough to listen back.

Wicktail Goby

common

1–2 SP

A little goby with a tail filament that glows like a candle wick. The light is weak but stubborn, the kind of signal that makes the deep feel occupied.

Worn Brass Grommet

common

0–2 SP

A rubbed-down brass grommet from canvas, suit, or tarp. Its edges are smooth from years of being dragged where cloth should never go.