It's a beautiful day at the beaches of Northern Cayman Island. The sun is bright and warm, the surf is refreshingly cool, and the tourists are a-plenty. And among these tourists are three young men - one in red, another in blue, and a third in orange - who are the stars of the scene. However, all three have split apart, to each his own.
The first one has been investigating into a case of someone's missing child. How he was roped into the matter is beyond him, but as the gentleman he is, he agrees to help. Unfortunately for him, the little brat he was looking for managed to sneak up on him from behind and dump a bucket of icy cold water on his head. He chases after the kid, who's laughing hysterically, with that bucket in hand. Though his parents were thankful that he brought them their child, he refused any reward and hurried off to tend to something much more important.
The second one has gone snorkeling in an attempt to hide his newly acquired tail. He so happens to wander into the wrong territory, however, and has angered an octopus that's stout to defend it. They engage in a battle of limbs, and while he's outnumbered 8 to 5, he manages to escape the octopus' grasp by objecting at it, which sends a wave of air that blasts away the creature. Due to the overwhelming force, he accidentally snaps his snorkel off his face, but realizes he doesn't actually need it. Still, it's only fair to return the thing and pay for damages.
And the third one is busy relaxing on the beach with a group of lovely young women. Shortly after, a jock returns to find that his spot has been taken, and he kicks the intruder's butt out of there. The women simply laugh at the poor sap as he zips away, and before he's realized it, he's found himself in a surfer's hut. The shopkeeper was charitable enough to lend him some advice (and a rented surfboard) to beat his competition. He does indeed challenge the jock to a surfing battle and still ends up failing in a wipeout. As he watches the party leave without him, a native woman helps him up. Well, what do you know, she's impressed by his courage and even happens to be single.
Well, that's all fair and good, but there's one big problem with this scene: this particular stop isn't on their schedule. Their plane has run low on fuel, and they had little choice but to stop here. Once they did, Larry suggested they all change into summer wear. In fact, he was so eager to find some female company that he then ran off on his own. Phoenix was hesitant to leave, with his tail in the open and all, so Edgeworth became the one who had to look for help. After some time passed and neither one had returned, Phoenix finally resolved to step out. He first searched for a towel in one of the restroom stalls, wrapped it around his waist, and finally headed on out. And all that time, there was still one more soul aboard the now empty plane.
It's the horse dressed in a red jacket. He was all the more impatient to leave, but apparently his fellow passengers forgot about him entirely. Since he wasn't tied down or anything, he was free to roam. Curious for adventure and growing ever impatient, he takes a few steps back in his stable and charges forward, leaping over the gate and out into the compartment. He leans against the unlocked door leading to the other passengers' seats, pushing it open, and squeezes through. Then, all he has to do is trot out the open plane door.
Needless to say, the airport staff who have arrived to lend a hand with refueling and other little sorts of maintenance are shocked to find a white horse striding out into the light of day. It's a pretty warm day, though, so the jacket isn't the most welcome right now. He tries tugging it off with his teeth, but finds it especially difficult to work with. A few members of the staff see this and lend a hand. The horse whinnies happily and then bolts off on his own.
When all three of them return, one by one, the looks on their faces tell each other that there are stories to share. And so they share. While Larry's being head-over-heels in love gets him ignored, Edgeworth's ill luck only gets him laughed at and Phoenix's recount of the unbelievable only gets him doubtful stares. Basically, nothing new with these guys.
However, they notice that even with the three of them all aboard, the plane has yet to respond. It's not ready to take off yet, even if the fuel is maxed, and there's a warning sign on the control panel indicating that a passenger has not been accounted for. Even odder are the red jacket and blue tie that have been laid out on two adjacent seats by the door.
Phoenix strokes his chin. "We had another passenger?"
Larry shrugs. "If there was, I wouldn't have known."
However, Edgeworth immediately comes upon one possibility in mind. He steps over to the rather large clothes laid out and gives them a quick check. Indeed, the size is too large for a person, but for their missing passenger...
"...I believe I know who it is."
The other two snap to attention. "You do?"
"Wright, you can fly, can't you?"
"Uh..." He grins nervously. "W-why do you ask?"
"I need you to take a bird's-eye view of this island. See if you can pick out a white horse that doesn't seem to belong to anyone."
"A... white horse?"
"Yes. Is there a problem?"
"Well, um... it's a horse. Why are we looking for a horse?"
"Wait, I get it!" Larry grins. "That horse is actually the missing passenger!"
"Larry, get real. We're having a serious discussion."
"...Actually, he's right."
Both Phoenix and Larry stare at Edgeworth. Larry even adds, "Dude, I was joking..."
"But I'm not. Wright, get up there already. And hurry back when you find it."
Phoenix shakes his head. "This doesn't sound like you, Edgeworth... Hearing you say these ridiculous things without any strain behind them is, well... kinda creepy, to be honest. You feeling okay...?"
Edgeworth gives a harrumph. "Alright, then how about I remind you..." He fires off a glare at him. "...that we're stranded in the middle of an island, several hundred thousand of miles from our actual destination, and as asinine as it sounds, we need you to break the laws of physics once more to get us out of this situation!"
"..." He grins back. "Yeah, that sounds more like it. But see, there's just one small problem with this setup..."
"And what's that?"
That grin falters. "Well... I... I can't fly."
"What are you talking about? You demonstrated as much when you put us through a wild goose chase back on Easter Island!"
"Yeah, but that time, I was just... leaping around really high, is all..."
"Now you're just being technical. What is the problem, Wright?"
"W-well..." His eyes are shifting to and fro - a sign of his nervous habit. "...It's kinda complicated, see..."
"..." Edgeworth crosses his arms. "Don't tell me... you're afraid of heights."
"What!? N-no! Of course not! W-w-why would I be?"
"Wow, cat got his tongue real bad," Larry comments.
Edgeworth grumbles something under his breath. "...Wright, let's be practical about this. You now have the ability to fly. You can control where you want to go. Falling should not be an issue. And I doubt you would be injured by such a fall anyway, since you were just fine from being crushed by a 13-ton stone."
"...Now that you put it that way... it only makes the whole thing sound so stupid."
"You're the one who started it."
"Yeah, Nick. Take one for the team and get to work, already!""And return the towel. Where did you even get it?"
Phoenix sighs, tossing it aside. "From one of the restrooms in here." He hops out and leaps into the air so fast that any outside observers barely notice the air stir.
Sailing through the air is one experience anyone who doesn't fear heights would enjoy. However, even those who do fear them may still be willing to go skydiving. The experience is simply too unique to be found anywhere else but the skies.
And then, there are those who are forced to climb these heights when they're absolutely terrified. Phoenix Wright, despite his namesake, is one of these people. He may be in control of his flight this time, but one nervous breakdown is all it takes to send him earthbound.
Still, even in this surreal circumstance, there are people who are depending on him to do his part. This isn't the time to chicken out. He takes a deep breath, and peers down toward the ground below. It seems that initial leap he made was a little too high, even for him. Everyone looks like moving dots below. Fighting the panic that is slowly enveloping him, he hastily searches for the shape of a white horse. Sadly, he doesn't.
He gasps when he realizes he's sinking through the air, and in his panic, he stamps against the air so hard (against impossible odds yet again) that he lunges skyward once more, past the clouds. As expected, now that he's above the lowest layer of cloud, it's even harder to make out the shapes.
He closes his eyes, telling himself to relax, and lets himself fall for a bit. Just a bit. He breaks through the clouds again, but realizes he's sinking a lot slower than he had been. When he opens his eyes, he finds himself resting upon a miniature piece of cloud that is easily supporting his surprising lack of weight. Even better, now that he's at ease again, he notices that he's acquired zooming vision as well.
Wait, acquired? When did he acquire it? Did he always have it in him? What is he even thinking? None of this is making any sense!
Well, at least he's located the darn horse. It looks like it's splashing along one of the beaches. He gets up, taking a stand upon this odd little cloud. For all that fear he felt just a while ago, it's like it's vanished in an instant. He makes a lean forward, and he swerves into a downward spiral toward the beach in question.
Down below, Larry and Edgeworth have been watching him all that time with the help of binoculars. From their point of view, it looks like a wild monkey has been hopping back and forth in the air and suddenly vanishes through the clouds. Then, just when they're having trouble figuring out what the heck is going on up there, that same monkey zips down from up there and circles round and round down to somewhere across the island.
Edgeworth drops his binoculars. "...Why did I even ask him to do this?"
Larry follows suit. "Why're you asking me?"
"No, you're right. Forget it. Let's just wait for him inside."
The target horse has gathered a lot of attention and a crowd of tourists are taking pictures. He pays them no mind as he takes a gander toward the sea, giving his hooves a quick rinse in the waves. He gallops around in the shallow waters, enjoying the fresh breeze blowing against his radiant body.
Then, he grows bold. He tries for deeper waters, and even deeper waters, until his entire torso is submerged in water. Out at this distance, his feet are no longer touching the ground. And just at that moment, an abnormally large wave comes in. Neighing in distress, he tries to swim for the shore again. The wave seems to swallow him up and shoves him even closer to shore, but it's not close enough for his hooves to dig into the solid ground, and he's dragged out to sea once more.
As people watching from the beach gasp in horror and chatter amongst themselves, someone points up into the air, shouting, "Incoming!" And they scatter.
Phoenix swoops down like a missile, leaps off from his Nimbus, and plunges straight into the waves after the victimized horse.
As the crowd returns to their gathered spot, they return to chatting amongst themselves. One lucky photographer who just happens to have caught the perfect shot - of the flying man with a tail just before he hits the surface of the water - stares at his prize. He hurries out of the crowd and for the nearest editorial.