The coldness of the salty water was enough to bring Logan out of his stunned confusion. Instinct was the first thing to hit him as the sea washed away the web from his eyes, and he tried to grab onto something.

Nothing came within his reach, however.

Second thought on his mind was to come up to the surface and find his way from there. He had to somehow get back on the ship. He knew that there was no possible threat in staying in being dumped in the middle of the ocean, but that meant that he would have to swim all the way back to New York, and such an action would result to a very pissed off Wolverine once he was back to the mansion. And an even more pissed Phoenix, since there was no way Jubilee would remove the Evita threat without his help in the meanwhile.

As soon as his eyes got used to being above the sea's surface again, he saw the boat making its way into the water without him.

It was expected, since he had managed to fall off the far back of the ship after all. However the distance between him and the ship, plus the slightly slow speed it was moving at the time, made reaching the boat a fairly possible achievement.

He knew there must have been some opening for him to re-enter the ship again.

Or else, slashing with his claws throw the boat's walls in order to get in could result in no ship to climb onto.

"A penny for your thoughts."

"Huh?"

"What are you thinking about?" she pointed him the meaning. Stupid male, Jubilee thought to herself. Can't even stay focused for a second. Well, he could be thinking about some really unpleasant memories, from what his serious expression could betray.

"Why do you want to know?" he asked enigmatically.

"You seem to be in pain there. I guess it could help if you talked about it." she tried to sound as compassionate as she could without giving the impression that she was pressuring him.

"Guess" he responded with a childish playfulness in his face.

"Okayyy...You're thinking about the time when you came out to your parents." she regretted it as soon as these words came out of her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry. Are bisexual guys supposed to 'come out of the closet'?"

"Sorta. But that's not what I was thinking about. Although it was a rather unforgettable memory. My father was angry as hell."

"Oh, I'm sorry, poor thing...what happened?" now she really was compassionate, although she didn't really intend to feel anything intimate for the guy.

"Well, he was pissed cause he lost 50 bucks to my mom. They had place a bet, you know. They both suspected I was at least bi and had bet 50 bucks on whether I would ever tell them or not."

Jubes suppressed the incoming snickering and tried to express her amusement vocally. "That must have been quite funny, you know."

"Oh, it was. I was worried as hell whether they would kick me out of the house or not, and all they did was make money out of my condition. Although mom insisted I would definitely marry a girl, because she really needed grandchildren. And that brings us to what I was really thinking about when you asked me."

"Oh, what was that?" she inquired with fake curiosity.

As Jack replaced the sheepish look on his face with something more confident, more appropriate for hanging out with a girlfriend, he winked at her with a accompanying grin.

"Us."

Oh great, so typical. Only guys in touch with their feminine side could travel to La-La-Land thinking about their relationships and shamelessly admit it.

"Like, what exact aspect of 'us'?" she answered back with another question, almost provoking him to say something corny.

"Maybe this is not the right place to talk about this. Would you like to see my cabin?"

Jubilee smiled sensually. It seemed that now he seemed more in touch with his masculine side.

"Will I get to see that mini-lab of yours you have told me you've been working into?" she said, trying to approach her real goal...

"...Yeah. IF you behave..." now he was going spooky.

"'Kay. Let's go then." she responded, and tried to hide the slight turmoil in her mind. It was the first time that the innocent Jubilee was using an innocent guy to achieve her goals...but she felt it was fun to be a femme fatale.

Wolverine kept going his way through the endless dark maze of canals where he had somehow ended up. When he swam by the ship, he just held onto the first pipe opening he could see on the side, just a bit above the water's surface.

He had climbed on it and entered it, trying to find his way in the darkness.

Now the maze was splitting into smaller tubes that followed different, parallel ways.

He barely managed to fit in the closest of them and kept going his way.

It smelled gross in there.

Too bad heightened smelling was one of his attributes.

The bathroom had a really friendly atmosphere, considering what it was supposed to be used for.

After all, how could someone relax and use their appropriate muscles to relieve themselves, if the toilet's environment wasn't designed to be relaxing and friendly?

Those were Kate's high-important thoughts as she tried to relax and use her muscles properly, while sitting on the toilet for the 23rd minute in a row.

A loud knocking came from the door and Kate's attempts to relax went astray as her trail of peaceful thoughts was savagely interrupted. She couldn't actually hear the knocking, but she could see the crappy-manufactured door pulsing

She knew it was her roommate Jane knocking on the door, and the verbal obscenities that came from the other side of the door confirmed her thoughts. Kate had been sitting in there for almost half an hour and still nothing was coming out, and Jane wasn't determined to wait for her all day.

"WILL YOU GET OUT ANYTIME TODAY?!? DAMMIT, KATE, I GOT A DATE TONIGHT AND I DON'T INTEND TO ATTEND IT UNWASHED AND WITHOUT MAKE-UP!" Damn, Jane sure could shout louder than any woman she had known in her life. The fact that she was a strict non-smoker was helping with her tone, that was for sure.

"Just a minute, Jane...I intend to come out much sooner than you expect."

"JUST A MINUTE? THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID 20 MINUTES AGO! JUST PEE AND GET OUT...NOW!!!"

But what could she do? She just couldn't pee in another bathroom than her own one, back home.

And yeah, the cabin's little tiny bathroom was awfully uncomfortable for her to relax her muscles.

She considered going out, waiting for a few hours and coming back when the urge to pee would be too great for her nervousness to prevent her from relieving herself. She didn't had any date for tonight on this stupid boat, so she could surely wait. No man had looked at her during the whole trip until now. Not even the teal pimpled ones. Even the most mutilated mutant guy considered her too ugly to look at.

But then she could feel something scratching the base of the toilet...from the inside! The scratching noise became even louder, like something was making its way from down there and wanted to come out!

The rumbling she felt coming from the toilet under her was growing by the minute, and she also felt the panic growing into her and dominating her mind.

"Rats!" she thought to herself. She always heard urban legends about rats coming up from the sewers through the toilets and rummaging the people's bathrooms, but why, of all people, should this happen to her?

She quickly got up and pulled her skirt down, and run to the other side of the bathroom, cornering herself up against the wall. She looked at the toilet in terror, and waited for the rats to burst out of the seat.

"Hey, wait a minute! This is a ship, for Christ's sake! There are no sewer rats on a damned ship!" she thought again and respectively stared at the toilet seat with suspicion.

Suddenly, the side of the toilet seat was ripped into pieces by three identical metal claws. The claws also ripped apart the other side and the toilet finally fall apart, leaving a grand hole on the floor.

Lola's chances to pee in the next few weeks were now importantly diminished. Or at least that was what her nerves were letting her know at the time. What the hell was that thing with pointy claws that threatened to burst out of her toilet? Was she going to die?

As an answer to all the panicky questions forming in her head, a drop-dead gorgeous and smouldering guy emerged from the hole he had created in the floor with a devastatingly sexy feral look in his eyes.

He was totally soaked, and his exposed muscles were dripping with water, a mix of seawater and toilet liquids.

His manly face was distorted in an evil grin as he looked somewhere above the level of Kate's head and whispered to nobody in particular:

"Daddy's back on the ship, darlings..." he said and then pointed each arm to their respective side, letting a row of three metal claws to pop up from his knuckles in each hand.

Kate fainted at that point, because her pheromones were going on a rampage from the sexy as hell sight before her eyes, and a happy blissful smile formed on her lips as she fell to the floor.

The fact that the growly hottie across her smelt like he just came out of a toilet seat (which he did) couldn't possibly change the facts currently unfolding in front of her. She had just met the infamous Wolverine of the X-Men.

She had just met the guy she was dreaming of all of her life.