July 20, 1941

Time: 11:30 am

Thousands and thousands of people gathered around the port where the Gantanic was preparing for its maiden voyage. Some of the thousands were boarding while others looked on in awe of the sheer vastness of the ship. All around people were talking excitedly about it while others were checking their baggage in, getting health checks, and saying their good-byes to friends and loved ones. Two fancy cars drove up, honking at people to move out of the way. They stopped in front of a place to check their baggage in, and the first person out of the vehicle was a young, silvery-gray haired, seventeen-year-old Miles Fey who looked up at the ship with a frown.

"It doesn't look any grander than the Titanic," he scoffed as his business partner/lover, Phoenix Wright, stood next to him.

"My dear man, it's far bigger than the Titanic, and far more luxurious," he said as he turned to help Miles's mother out of the car. "Your son is far too difficult to please, Morgan."

Morgan Fey smiled. "So this is the ship that is claimed unsinkable."

"Of course it is! Zeus himself cannot sink this ship," Phoenix said as a baggage inspector walked up to him.

"Sir, if you would please take your baggage up to—"

"I leave it up to you, my good man," Phoenix said as he stuffed the man's pocket with a wad of cash. The man looked at him and squeaked offers of anything else he could do for him, but Phoenix's bodyguard, Manfred von Karma, stepped in and showed him where their bags were and where to take them. Miles got on the ship, looking around with a look of disdain at everything around him as he adjusted his cravat, followed soon by his mother and Phoenix.

"HOLD IT!" Apollo cried out suddenly. "Aren't you a woman?"

"I was a man named Miles Fey at the time," Mila answered. "But now I am a woman."

Everyone in the room stared with their mouths wide open, even Trucy, who had no clue that her grandmother had once been male.

"But, but Grandma, how did I—"

"Oh Trucy, your grandfather and I adopted children," Mila said pleasantly. "May I continue my story?"

Off in a bar, four men sat at a round table playing a final round of poker. The pot held a pile of coins, a pocket watch, a pocket knife, and two tickets for the Gantanic. One of the men was growling angrily at his partner, who had been foolish enough to bet the tickets. The other two men stared at the pot hungrily, but also not happy that they had bet everything they had.

"Larry, I can't believe you bet everything we own," Dick Gumshoe whispered to his friend. Larry Butz gave him a goofy smile and a thumbs up.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be okay!"

Around the table the men were staring hard into their cards. Larry traded one card for a new one, and hoped that they wouldn't lose.

"Okay, let's see what we all have!" Larry announced. Gumshoe glumly threw his cards on the table. "I've got nothing."

One of the other men threw his cards down as well. He also had nothing. The other mystery man haughtily laid his hand down.

"Uh oh. Hey, sorry pal, I tried," Gumshoe said as he looked at the two-pair on the table. Larry shook his head.

"Well, I'm sorry too, because I got a full house!"

The two friends celebrated while the other two squabbled over the loss of their tickets. Larry grabbed the tickets from the table and kissed them repeatedly.

"I'm going home to America!" he yelled as he hugged Gumshoe. The bar owner looked up.

"Sorry mate, but Gantanic is going to America, in five minutes!" he called from across the room. The two men looked at each other and scooped up the rest of their winnings, grabbed their bags and made a mad dash for the ship.

"Hey pal, how lucky are we that we won?"

"Hey, yeah! Too bad they were dumb enough to bet their tickets!"

They arrived just in time to present their tickets and hop into the ship. They continued running down the hall up some stairs to get up on the top deck so they could wave to everyone below them.

"Good-bye, everyone!"

"See ya, pal!"

And so on. Afterward, they wandered around the ship, looking to what kind of room their well-earned, third-class ticket got them.

They found their room: a small room with cheap-looking bunk-beds, a small sink, and a tiny closet with a toilet. Two other men were already in it. They introduced themselves and settled in.

Up in the first-class suites Miles was setting up some artwork he had purchased before the trip. His maid helped him put them up and around the place while Manfred directed other servants to put their things in certain spots. After a few moments Phoenix walked in with a bottle of wine in his hand.

"What a waste of money those children's artwork was," he sneered. "Who is this Steel Samurai anyhow? How can something so ridiculous be so popular?"

"I can't help that I have good taste and you don't," Miles teased as he set down a picture of the Steel Samurai on the couch. Phoenix set his bottle of wine into an ice bucket.

"At least they were cheap."

The next day, Captain Judgy ordered his crew to press the speed further. Larry and Gumshoe ran to the bow of the ship to watch some dolphins try to out-swim the ship.

"Hey Gumshoe! Check it out!" Larry called as he stepped up onto the railing. He spread his arms out wide, took in a deep breath and yelled, "I'M THE KING OF THE W—!"

BAM! He was suddenly clutching his head—a seagull had smacked right into his face and died from the harsh contact.

"Whoa, hey pal, are you okay?"

"OW!"

Miles was having lunch in the first-class lunch area with Phoenix, Morgan, Adrian Andrews, the designer of the ship; Damon Gant, the owner of the ship; and a woman whose temple had just struck it rich named Bikini. They were discussing the idea around Gantanic.

"She's the largest ship ever created by man!" Gant said proudly. "And designed solely by our master ship builder, Miss Adrian Andrews."

Adrian smiled around the table. "The design was mine, but the whole idea was Mr. Gant's," she explained. "He wanted a ship whose luxury couldn't be challenged."

As she spoke, Miles took a cigarette and lit it at the table. Morgan leaned toward him and said, "You know I don't like that, Miles."

Miles shot his mother a look, but Phoenix took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it out.

"He knows," he said as he smashed the butt out in the nearby ashtray. He then gave his and Miles' orders to the waiter. Bikini smiled at Phoenix.

"You gonna hand-feed him too, Nick?" she asked, stifling a laugh. "Hey, who thought up the name Gantanic? Don't tell me it was you, Mr. Gant? What does Gantanic mean?"

"Well, I was thinking of Titanic, but I also wanted it to reflect me. The ship and I both love to swim, but we also love luxury. Size is a sign of luxury and strength, wouldn't you say?"

Miles spoke up. "You know, some people think that those with large vehicles feel inadequate in other areas?" Adrian snickered into her meal while Morgan looked at her disdainfully.

"What's the matter with you?" she told her son. Miles excused himself, leaving Gant to wonder about the inadequacy he was talking about.

Larry had finally wiped the bird's blood from his face and was on the top deck, drawing the people he saw nearby. Gumshoe was having a nice chat with a man he just met.

"Will Powers," the large man said as he extended his hand to both of the men. They each took it as they introduced themselves and the powerfully built man took a peek at Larry's drawings.

"Do you get paid for your art?" he asked, but Larry spotted something interesting. A young man in a cravat, standing on an upper deck, was looking off in the distance, a glum look on his face.

"Hmph. If I had as much cash as that guy, I'd be freakin' happy all the time!" Larry said as he snapped his art book shut. But neither Will nor Gumshoe were paying any attention because a young, black-haired woman and a little girl with pretzel-style hair were standing on the railing, flapping their arms and crying "Ooooh! Ooooh!" in a high pitched tone at the ocean. The three men walked up to them to figure out what in the world was wrong with them.

"Hi! I'm Maya! And this is my little cousin, Pearl!" the black-haired girl said. The little girl hid behind the taller one, intimidated by Will's scary look. Will gave a bashful smile.

"Sorry, I know I look kind of scary, but I'm really a shy guy myself," he said. Pearl slowly stepped out from behind Maya and smiled.

"Um, can you explain what you were doing just now?" Larry asked.

"I was calling Gourdy, the friendly sea monster!" Maya said, not an ounce of shame in her words. Everyone gave her a look that told her she needed to explain some more. "Gourdy is a legendary sea monster who would come up to the surface of the ocean to save people who are in danger of drowning. Apparently his only friend is Mia, Mistress of the Sea, and she rides his back to help him search for those who are in distress. Why are you looking at me like that?"

The three men didn't know how to respond to such an incredible tale. Pearl tugged on Gumshoe's coat.

"Mr. Scruffy? I know it sounds incredible, but Gourdy really exists! We saw a picture of him not too long ago, and that's why we came on this ship in the first place," she explained. Gumshoe looked down at her.

"Um, my name's not 'Scruffy' pal, it's Gumshoe."

"And you can call me Will!"

"And I'm Larry!"

They all shook hands and went off to find something better to do.

"That night at dinner, I found I was having difficulty controlling the rage inside me," Mila continued. "I felt trapped, unable to break free of everything around me, and no matter how much I screamed, no one would come rescue me."

Miles was running across the top deck, tearing at his clothes to free himself from its restraints. He didn't care if he bumped into other passengers, he just knew that he had to get to the stern of the ship, and end it all there. He passed by a young man lying on a bench but couldn't see who it was because his eyes were so full of tears. He made it to the stern and looked over the edge, clutching the railing as he gasped for breath. When he calmed down, he stepped over the railing. Putting his back to the ship, he stared down into the frothy water, contemplating if he should jump or not. The cold wind bit at his face as he prepared to jump.

"Don't do it!"

Miles whipped his head around and saw a young man with fluffy brown hair in an orange coat, his face twisted with worry.

"Stay back! Don't come near me!"

"No, it's alright, just gimme your hand and I'll pull you back—"

"Go away! Don't tell me what to do!"

"No wait! Hold that pose!"

"What?!"

Larry pulled out his sketchbook and quickly drew Miles' shaking figure, his tongue sticking out as he was deep in thought.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sketching you. This is amazing! The fear in your eyes, the rage emanating from your body, the sadness all wrapped up into one big melodrama! This is ART!"

"How dare you draw me in such a state! You don't know me!"

"Okay, well I'm done. By the way, I'm Larry Butz. Now, I'll just—"

Larry slowly walked over to Miles to try to bring him back over the edge, but instead he tripped on his own feet and accidentally pushed Miles off the rail. Miles quickly grabbed onto Larry's outstretched hand, screaming bloody murder.

"Help me!" he screamed. "Please, someone!"

Nearby some crew members heard his plea for help and quickly made their way to the source of the voice. Larry was able to pull Miles over the rail, falling on top of Miles. When the crew members arrived they found the two in a very compromising position.

"What the hell is this?!" one of the men asked aloud. Looking at the two men on the floor, Miles was half undressed from when he was trying to tear off his clothes and Larry was on top of him.

"Fetch the Master-at-arms!" the first man ordered.

A few moments later Miles was wrapped tightly in a blanket being offered a glass of water by a fellow first-class member, Marvin Grossberg and Manfred while Larry was slapped into some handcuffs. Phoenix walked right up into Larry face.

"What did you think you were doing, putting your hands on my lov—ah, business partner?!" he screeched at Larry. Larry turned his head away, but Phoenix wouldn't let him.

"Look at me, you dreck!"

"Nick, stop it!" Miles demanded. "Nick, it was an accident!"

Phoenix looked at her suspiciously. "An accident?"

"Yeah, it was for something… really stupid, really," Miles fumbled for an answer. "I was leaning over, looking for… uh, for Gourdy! The friendly sea monster! And then I slipped, but had it not been for Mr. Butz, I would've gone overboard."

"You were looking—he was looking for Gourdy!" Phoenix said awkwardly to Grossberg. Grossberg seemed to accept Miles' answer.

"Ah, youth, like the fresh scent of lemons," he said, reminiscing over his own youthful adventures. "Although I must say, men and unknown creatures do not mix."

The Master-at-arms, a man in a mask named Godot, peered into Larry's face.

"Is that how things went down?"

Larry risked a glance at Miles, who gave him a look telling him to agree.

"Yup, that's how things went!" Larry spouted.

"Well then, that's settled!" Grossberg said happily. "The boy's a hero and my hemorrhoids can finally calm down."

Godot removed the handcuffs as Phoenix began to lead Miles away.

"Take better care of that kitten, Mr. Wright," Godot said as he walked away. Phoenix ignored his comment and was about to leave when Grossberg spoke up.

"I believe he deserves a little something for his actions."

Phoenix stopped and looked at the large man. "Of course. Mr. von Karma, I think a nice twenty should do it."

Miles was appalled at the small reward. "Ahem, is that all I am to you?"

Phoenix wasn't pleased. "Alright then, how about you join us for dinner tomorrow night? You can entertain us with your story of how you rescued Miles."

With that, the two walked away, leaving Manfred and Larry by themselves. Larry was about to leave when Manfred pointed something out.

"It's interesting how Mr. Fey suddenly slips and you still have time to sketch him."

Larry stopped dead in his tracks as Manfred left to follow Phoenix.

That same night in their suite, Phoenix decided it was time to give Miles a symbol of his love.

"I've noticed you've been rather, unhappy lately," he started as Miles sat in front of a mirror, checking his reflection. Phoenix knelt beside him with a box.

"I had planned to give this to you once our businesses merged, but I suppose this is as good a time as any." He opened the box to reveal a small, glowing, green stone in the shape of a comma with a hole in the middle. It was attached to a fine golden necklace encrusted with little diamonds. Miles was surprised at the gift.

"A relic of an ancient spirit channeling family, said to have been lost to the ages," he explained as he placed the necklace around Miles' neck.

"The Magatama," they said together as Miles carefully touched the stone around his neck.

"Yes, and extremely valuable. Just like you," Phoenix said as he caressed Miles' cheek. "There's nothing I wouldn't get for you, and all I ask is for you to open your heart to me, Miles."

Miles couldn't get any words out. He simple ran his fingers over the glowing stone, and stared past his reflection in the mirror.

The next day, Miles met up with Larry and they spent most of the afternoon chatting about Larry's life.

"Well, I used to be a hot dog vendor at this lake," he started. "Then I got tired of that and became a part-time security guard. And well, after that I became an apprentice under the famous children's book author, Elise Deauxnim! But then she kinda died, and well, since then I've been trying to find work as a traveling artist.

"Hey, we've been all over this ship and all we've talked about was me!" Larry blurted out. "Somehow, I don't think that's what you wanted to talk to me about."

Miles took his time answering. "Mr. Butz, I—"

"Larry."

"—Larry. I want to thank you for not just pulling me back, but also for your kind words."

They took a pause in their walk as Miles continued.

"I know what you must be thinking. 'Poor little rich boy. What sorts of worries could he have when he has everything anyone could ever want?"

"Not at all. Well, I was wondering what was up, but it was nothing like that!" Larry answered quickly, but Miles didn't seem to mind.

"Pretty much everything in my life. Everyone and everything, to be exact," he said as he stepped toward the side of the ship, gazing over the ocean. "Everything seems to be going so fast without me, and I can't seem to do anything to stop it."

Larry was lost at this point, but Miles continued on. "Ever since Phoenix and I agreed to merge our companies hundreds of invitations have gone out to help us celebrate such a huge success. And also, we have become more than just business partners."

Miles flashed a massive diamond ring on his ring finger. Larry's eyes bugged out.

"WOW! So uh, are you two dating, or something?"

Miles shook his head. "It's supposed to be kept secret, but he wants to keep me close to him. I even offered to have an operation done on me so we wouldn't have to keep too many secrets, but he says that he'd rather have me the way I am."

"Do you love him?"

Miles was caught off guard. "What?"

"Do you love him?"

"What… how rude! How dare you ask such a thing?"

"Why is it so hard to answer such a simple question?"

The man in the cravat laughed. He started to walk away when he spotted Larry's sketchbook.

"And what might this be?" he asked as he swiped it from under Larry's arm. They sat down on one of the nearby chairs and looked at them together.

Inside the sketchbook were sketches of various men and women, clothed and nude.

"These are… rather good," he said as he flipped another page.

"Thanks! I didn't think they were that good to begin with, but they get me enough for food, I guess," he said as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

"This is… exquisite. You certainly see people for who they are."

"Yeah…uh, sure."

A few floors down in the tea room Morgan Fey and two other friends were having tea when they spotted Bikini.

"Let's leave before she comes," Morgan said as she and her friends got up to leave. Bikini just barely reached them as they stood up.

"Well hello, ladies, I was just wondering if I could join you for tea," she said with a smile.

"I'm sorry, you missed it. We were just about to do something else," Morgan answered, not returning the smile.

"Well, that's fine, I need something to do anyway!"

Across the room, Damon Gant and Captain Judgy were discussing the speed of the ship.

"I've noticed that we're not going nearly fast enough," Gant said bitterly.

"Yes, well, we're already making good time."

"But I want the passengers to experience the speed of the ship! It'll be like swimming at top speeds without the edge of the pool to hold them back."

"But sir, I would prefer that we didn't push the engines until they're ready to handle it."

Gant gave him a hard stare, accompanied by a long pause. A very long pause. Without him blinking, too. Still pausing. Aaaand…

"Ah, hah, hah, hah, hah!" he howled, clapping his gloved hands heavily. "With the parts brand new and all, I see no reason for them to not be able to handle it!"

The Captain could only agree with him. It was his ship, after all.

"Okay, now just, suck it in… and then let it all out."

"I don't think I can do this."

"No, just relax, and… WHOO!"

Larry was teaching Miles how to be happier and more excitable. He noticed that he had trouble expressing himself in a joyful way, and what better way than yelling "WHOO!" out at the ocean?

Prior to that, the two had been discussing why Miles couldn't just go out and do as he pleased. He was, after all, seventeen, and half the owner of a huge business in cravats. They were happily "WHOO-ing!" at the ocean, not really caring if people were staring.

"…whoo…"

"That's pitiful! Now really take a deep breath, and… WHOO!"

"…whoo!"

"That's a little better, now this time, throw your arms up over your head, and WHOO!"

He was in mid-WHOO! when Morgan, Bikini, and two other women appeared next to them.

"Mother?!" Miles cried out in surprise. Larry quickly choked on his yell and smiled at the group of women.

"Mother, this is Larry, the man I told you about."

She looked at the strange man like he was some sort of freak. Bikini didn't notice.

"Well Larry, you seem to be a good man to have around," she said with a kind smile. Just then a ship officer with a megaphone announced dinner.

"DINNER'S READY! COME AND GET IT!" he yelled, the megaphone screeching. Miles told Larry that he'd see him at dinner and went off with his mother and her friends to change. Bikini was left with Larry.

"Have you any clue what you're about to get into?" she asked seriously.

"A fancy dinner with rich people, what else?"

"Sort of, but also these people are going to tear you apart. What are you going to wear?"

Larry tugged at his orange coat. She snickered.

"Alright, I guess I'll just have to lend you something."

Larry entered the grand staircase wearing a fancy new tuxedo, his hair now slicked back on his head. He hated it, but what could he do? He was greeted by the doorman, but wasn't sure what to say. Just then a young woman and a little girl ran by him, chased by a ship officer with a bad temper.

"Whippersnappers! I'll teach you two to sneak in here for food!" she cried as she chased them up the stairs. Many onlookers briefly glanced up at the chase, but quickly returned to their idle chatter. Larry reached the bottom of the stairs and wondered when Miles was going to arrive.

Many other upper class people starting filling up the area, and Larry took the opportunity to study some of their mannerisms. After a while he got bored and admired the large glass dome that shimmered above the room. He turned to look at the clock where the twin stair cases met when he saw Miles at the top, wearing a fine suite topped with a cravat. They beamed at each other. They strolled over to the dining area while Miles pointed out some of the people there.

"That's Juan Corrida, he's the famous actor. And that's Redd White, the richest man on the ship. His little wife, April, is my age and comes equipped with her own ballistics."

He pointed out a few others and was joined by Bikini. The three linked arms with Bikini in the middle and headed for their table.

The room was buzzing with chatter and orders, dozens of waiters and waitresses carrying food and drink here and there, yet the conversations were still hearable. Morgan was ready to rip Larry apart with her questions.

"Tell me, Mr. Butz, how it is down in steerage?"

"Oh, well, it's not too bad. I got a bed, and a sink, and it's all good!"

The questions were all like that, becoming more and more condescending. Phoenix jumped in to help Morgan with the questions, but Larry just kept answering them without any clue of the purpose of the questions. Miles liked that about Larry. After about an hour, the men decided to leave to go to the smoking room, but Larry decided to go off in his own direction.

"Must you go?" Miles asked. Larry stretched out his hand, and Miles took it and shook it.

"Yeah, see ya later!"

Larry left Miles with a paper in his hand, telling him to meet him at the clock. Miles was able to sneak away from the other men and met the other man at the designated point.

"So… are you ready to party?"