The Blue Fish is so rare you have to go back in time to catch it because it only spawns where dinosaur droppings are plentiful. The Lady of Shalott currently holds the world record. Her catch of this rare fish is so legendary that poems and songs are written about her and sung throughout the land.

And by the moon the fisher weary,
Piling up lures in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, "'Tis the very
Lady of Shalott."'

She cares not what the odds may be,
And so she fisheth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
The knights they challenged her fishing aether,
Their helmets and their helmet-feathers
Flew like one tall feather together,
As they rode down from Camelot.

One flew the group and floated wide -
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon you," he cried
To the Lady of Shalott.

"Who is this? And what is here?"
And in the moonlit lagoon near
Splashed the sound of Blue Fish cheer;
The knights crossed themselves in fear
Of losing to the Lady of Shalott;

But Lancelot mused a little space
And ducked the Pterodactyls diving race.
He said, "She has a lovely face;
I hope I lose with all good grace,
To the Lady of Shalott."

Shalott she smiled to hear this knight
She knew he meant to undo her right
To catch the biggest Blue Fish ever caught.
"Alas," she sighed. "The biggest one hath got away.
For the vile Triceratops has won the day."

And to the knight she sweetly said, "It does you naught,
My dearest lad, to bequile me oh so soft, so steady
For you have lost, my knight, my dear.
Can you not see it's in my boat already?"

Claire Grace Watson, M.S.T., Shield Guide