Someone grunts behind me, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I turn to find Jupiter waiting for my attention. He looks past me at the room full of treasure. Then he signs, Where did your crew put my muffin pans?

I have to smile. At least orangutans have their priorities straight.

“Let’s go look,” I tell him.

We head off in search of real treasure. We can’t use billions in the middle of the Palau Trench, but we can definitely use Jupiter’s blueberry muffins.

Day and night don’t mean much underwater, but I spend the hours until dinnertime checking on my crew around the ship, helping out where I can.

The Nautilus is acting cranky. I suppose she didn’t like being called an antique piece of junk by the crew of a newer submarine, then running from a fight by shooting halfway across the Pacific. I soothe her with compliments and promises that we will get her back in fighting shape, if she’ll just let us work without shocking us or spewing gunk in our faces.

I guess she understands at least some of my submarine-whispering. By day’s end, the Cephalopods have restored basic propulsion. The cav-drive will take longer, but that’s fine by me. I’m not anxious for another test run until we’ve figured out the seat-belt situation.

When we reconvene for our evening meal, everyone seems in a better mood. At this point, each day we stay alive is a win, but we’re also making progress on repairs. Jupiter’s food continues to make our bellies happy. And word has gotten around about Nemo’s treasury.

I left the vault door open so all the crew members could take a look. I made it clear that if anyone wanted to walk away after we’ve finished repairs, they could do so and become an instant billionaire.

So far, there haven’t been any takers. Everyone seems determined to get the Nautilus in order, return to Lincoln Base, save our friends, and defeat the Aronnax. Afterward (if there is an afterward) we can figure out how to rebuild HP with our newfound shiny pretties. This doesn’t stop the crew from calling one another billionaires, however. Nelinha is now Billionaire Engineer da Silva, I am Billionaire Captain Dakkar, and Jupiter is the Billionaire Gourmet Orangutan.

I think Nemo might have been wrong about human nature. There are good people in the world. Despite what happened with Dev and Land Institute, despite Harding-Pencroft’s own failures, this crew is made up of people I trust.

I go to sleep that night in my ancestor’s stateroom, staring at the conch-patterned bas-relief on the ceiling. I wonder what the Nautilus thinks of her new crew. I hope, as we continue to clean her ancient brain, she doesn’t start remembering the downsides of working with humans.

The next day is my fifteenth birthday. Ester and Nelinha bring me a cupcake for breakfast and sing to me quietly, but they understand I don’t want any other recognition. We have so much else going on, and so little to celebrate…. Also, I do not want to spend this day reflecting on how much has changed in the past year, or even the past week. And as for blowing out candles and making wishes, I’m not sure I could express any of my wishes without breaking into tears. Better to just keep moving forward.