"We're close enough! Fire our last torpedoes!" Dahlia screeched at her crew.

"But Captain, what about Mia—"

"Enough, Trilo! We can get more torpedoes later, but right now, this ship has to go down!"

Miles and Larry found themselves on the top deck, laughing hysterically at what they had just seen.

"Poker? That's what they were worked up over? That's so—"

Miles silenced his friend by placing his fingers on his lips. "When the ship docks, I'm getting off with you. And… I want to get the operation."

"Wow, you really are a woman at heart, aren't you?" Larry laughed.

"Well, I've heard it all my life, so that's what I'm going to be," he answered as he lowered his hand away from Larry's mouth.

"Hey, you know what I like, don't you?"

The two men embraced as the two lookouts in the crow's nest above them watched on.

"Look at them, all warm and cozy. The toasty cocoon with its fires of friendship—"

"…excuse me…"

"—built only for two as it rages on—"

"…can you please…"

"—as others are destined to suffer under the merciless frost cast by—"

"LISTEN TO ME!"

"WHAT?!" Luke Atmey yelled at his partner, infuriated that his eloquent speech had been rudely interrupted by one who lacks in a voluptuous vocabulary.

"Well, it's just that, maybe, there's… torpedoes… headed… this way…" Ron DeLite said as his voice diminished with each passing word.

"Impossible, why would anyone want to—"

He looked down at the water and saw two streaks in the water headed their way. He grabbed the phone on the pole behind them to call the wheelhouse. No one was answering.

"Pick up the contraption, you useless—"

"Hello?"

"There are torpedoes approaching starboard!" he cried into the phone.

"Thank you," the receiving end said and quickly hung up. All over the ship crew members were running around trying to prevent a hit by slowing down the engines and pulling the ship in reverse. The ship was simply too large to stop fast enough, and the torpedoes made contact near the bow of the ship. The behemoth shook violently as the explosion… exploded.

Down in the lower decks the shaking was much more violent. Adrian was at her desk pouring over the blue prints of the ship when everything started shaking. Passengers in the lower decks were roughly awakened by the noise and the impact. Up in the wheelhouse Franziska was trying to keep her cool while giving orders to close the water-tight doors. Larry, as usual, didn't take any part of the situation seriously.

"Wow, I guess earthquakes occur out at sea too, huh?" he joked. He then realized that Miles had curled up in a ball near the wall.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked as he laid a hand on Miles' shoulder.

"E-e-earthquakes… I hate them," he whispered, his voice shaky.

"Don't worry. This ship's more solid than my head, there's no way we can sink."

"But, didn't you hear them? Torpedoes hit us. We're in danger!"

Deep in the bowels of the ship water had begun to flood the lowest floors. The men in the boiler room were forced to flee for their lives before the water-tight doors locked them in. Luckily, all the men were able to escape, even the Marshall brothers who had just regained consciousness from Franziska's beating. Just as the last doors closed Captain Judgy arrived at the wheelhouse.

"What happened?" the captain asked Franziska.

"Someone shot torpedoes at us, sir," Franziska answered, a bead of sweat running down her cheek. "I tried to avoid them, but they hit us on the starboard side."

"Well, that's terrible! We should close the water-tight doors!"

"It's already been done, sir."

"Good, good. I'll go meet with Miss Andrews to see more of the situation, then. Oh, and put the ship to a complete stop."

"Yes, sir!"

As he left to finish getting dressed the passengers in third-class found themselves ankle-deep in water.

Larry finally got Miles to calm down and started walking around. They happened to overhear the Captain, Adrian, and a few other officers talking.

"It might not hold. The ship's already getting underwater."

From the bits and pieces they picked up, they concluded that even though they hated Miles' mother and fiancé, they felt they had to inform them of what they overheard. As they walked down the long hallway to Miles' suite Manfred greeted them in an unusually friendly manner.

"We've been looking for you," he said as they ignored him. He was glad they did so, allowing him to slip the Magatama into Larry's coat pocket. The three entered the room finding it filled with officers and a distressed Phoenix and a worried Morgan. Manfred closed the door behind them.

"There's been an incident," Miles started, but was unable to finish.

"Indeed there has," Phoenix said, his eyes staring coldly around the room. "Two things have gone missing, and only one of them has returned. Fortunately, I can figure out where the other one is. Search him!"

Two officers sprung onto Larry, one of them taking his coat and the other searching his person.

"Hey! Unless you're a super model, I don't want you anywhere near this body!" Larry cried as the officer patted him down. The one with his coat held up a glowing stone.

"Is this yours, sir?" he asked Phoenix. Larry stared at it with his mouth open.

"Hey, no way! Miles, I swear, I didn't—"

"He couldn't have," Miles said, unable to take his eyes off the Magatama. "I was with him the whole time!"

Phoenix walked by him. "He must have done it when you were putting your clothes back on."

"I didn't do it! Von Karma must've slipped it in my pocket!"

"This isn't your coat, is it, boy?" one of the officers said angrily. "Property of B. Goodman. This was reported stolen just this afternoon."

"Okay, so I took the coat, but I swear, I was gonna return it!"

"Oh ho, an honest thief, are we?" Phoenix said with a smirk.

"Alright, let's take him away. Armstrong, you take him."

Officer Jean Armstrong, a rather feminine man, used his beefy arms to bear hug Larry and carried him kicking and screaming down the hall.

"YOU KNOW ME, MILES! I DIDN'T DO IT!"

In another part of the ship, Adrian was informing the Captain and the crew about the situation.

"The water-tight doors will only do so much. From here, the water will spill over the tops and continue all the way to the back, with no way to stop it. Not even the emergency pumps will buy enough time to get everyone off," she said as she indicated points on the blue prints, her hands shaking with fear. "There are too few life boats, and not even enough to save half the passengers."

Captain Judgy opened his eyes wide. "Well then, I guess it's time to declare a verdict. Prepare all the lifeboats and get all the passengers in their life belts!"

After everyone had received their orders, Adrian was left to wander around the ship to contemplate about what she had done. Why didn't I build a strong enough ship? Why didn't I insist on putting more life boats? How could I have let this happen? Why didn't I learn from that other incident where the ship had too few of everything except human lives? Come to think of it, do we have more of a chance with this incident? It's the middle of summer, so the water shouldn't be as cold. And we have other ships nearby, so I'm sure we'll be fine. I wonder where Franziska is. Maybe when she's off of work we can have some tea together. And cake, ooh, I like cake. I like it when there's whip cream, so when Franziska gets some on her nose I can lick it off—

All around the ship there was nothing but noise. Stewards were asking passengers to put their life vests on inside and to wait outside on the top deck while crew members were struggling to prepare life boats. Passengers were complaining about the noise and how the sea air was too cold and the stewards were running out of answers to give to passengers as to why everything that was happening was happening.

Other people were just acting nuts. A lady with fluffy hair was running around with a camera, taking picture of everything going on. Outside near the railing Maya and Pearl were trying to call for assistance from Gourdy again, giving the other passengers a small show to enjoy.

Many of the first-class passengers were gathered around the grand staircase, Miles and family included. Miles was following Phoenix blindly when he saw Adrian walk past him.

"Miss Andrews!" he called to her as she ascended the staircase. She turned at the sound of her name.

"Miss Andrews, I know about the torpedoes. Tell me the truth."

Adrian came back down the stairs and spoke in a low tone. "The ship will sink. In about an hour, the ship will be completely submerged. You remember your question on the lifeboats, right? Get to one quickly. Don't cause a panic by spreading the word, just go, okay?"

Miles stood there for a second, staring into Adrian's eyes. "…Yes."

"Sir, the closest ship to help us is the Skye Scraper, and it can be here in four hours," a crew member informed Judgy.

"Four hours? Why, that'll take longer than killing everyone on this ship!"

"Uh, sir? This isn't a good time for a joke."

"Oh, that's wasn't a joke."

The two men stood in the awkward silence until the crew member ran back to his post. Judgy walked around the deck, giving orders while lost in his idle thought. Eventually they started loading women and children first.

Not all women and children were present. The third class passengers had been locked behind gates, unable to save themselves. Gumshoe and Will were racing around trying to find openings.

"Why you'd even try to steal such a fine kitten, I'll never know."

The Master-at-arms Godot had taken Larry to a lower region of the ship and handcuffed him to a large pipe in a small office. Manfred had followed them there to keep an eye on him.

"I don't mind watching him for a bit," he said as Jean and Godot left to help out up top. He walked over to Larry with a horrible smile upon his face.

"You know, I have a little something for you, compliments of Mr. Phoenix Wright," he said as he pulled out his taser and sent a couple thousand volts through his body. As Larry lay helpless Manfred left the room to meet up with Phoenix.

Miles was next in line to get on a lifeboat, Phoenix behind him and his mother in front of him.

"Any room for a gentleman?" Phoenix asked jokingly.

"Sorry sir, only women and children," the officer said.

"Wait, if that's true, how come Miles is allowed?"

"He is under the 'women' part of 'women and children' only."

"Hey! I'm not a woman… yet," Miles protested.

"Oh, then you're under the 'children' portion. This is your mother, correct?" the officer said as he helped Morgan onto the boat with Bikini.

"Well, yes, but—"

"Then get on the boat, please."

"Miles, get on the boat," Morgan said as she took her seat. "Get on before the filth get on, too."

"Mother… shut the hell up! There aren't enough boats for everyone and you don't deserve your seat!" Miles shouted in her face, feeling like the inner bondage leather was finally coming off. "There aren't enough for even half!"

"At least the clean half will be saved," Phoenix said with no shame. Miles couldn't take it anymore.

"At least my wand is bigger than yours!"

He turned around and dashed off in another direction until Phoenix caught him by the hand.

"The hell's wrong with you?! I'm the dominant one! My wand is bigger! And what are you saying? You're his prison bitch!"

"I'd rather be his prison bitch than your master," the weaker man said, a smile spreading over his face. He turned to leave again but Phoenix wouldn't let him.

"I said—"

"WHOOOOOOO!"

Miles' sudden outburst stunned Phoenix so much he fell backwards. Miles lowered his arms and ran off to find Adrian. He eventually found her trying to get more passengers out of their rooms.

"Miss Andrews! Please, tell me where the Master-at-arms took a young man with fluffy spiked hair!"

"What? Well, take the elevator to the lowest level, then go down corridor B, follow it to corridor A, then there's another hallway called hallway B, and then you'll be led to door A, then go up the flight of stairs, go straight, and down another flight of stairs, there should be an employee entrance B, then cross the room to hallway A, take an immediate left and then the next immediate right and you should be in front of a room called star."

"Right, so it's B, A, B, A, up, down, B, A, left, right, B, A, start?"

"No, no, Star. It'll all be clear once you get to the bottom floor, okay?"

He thanked the small woman and ran off to the elevator, where the man in charge refused to let anyone use it.

"If you don't let me on, I swear I will rip off your balls, roast them in front of you and feed it to the dogs!" he screamed in the man's face. The man saw no further reason to not do as the scary man asked. As they reached the bottom level water started flooding into the elevator. Miles didn't care, he had to find his best friend.

"Well, go ahead, I don't need you, or your balls. Gawd, men suck. No wonder I'd rather be a woman."