"Perfect reading weather..." the man mumbled to himself, setting out a chair on the deck of his house boat.

That man was Miles Edgeworth, retired prosector. He lived on a houseboat, after quitting his job due to a lot of trauma and unavoidable panic attacks. The man was quite rich, so he could retire easily. He was done with annoying people, and wanted a place where no one would look for him. He opted for a houseboat. He loved the scenery, and no one would bother him. He even had a glass viewing window on the desk, to watch the fish swim under his feet. Currently, he sat on this deck reading, thinking to himself how pleasant and ordinary this day was.

As Miles was reading he saw a large figure dart past the glass by his feet. It was larger than any fish he'd seen before.

"What the hell...?" He exclaimed, scratched his neck as he looked puzzled.

He stood, looking around for that large sea creature. Had he finally gone crazy out here and was seeing things?