I wish you would write a fic where... the Nautilus has a personification and she looks like Nemo’s daughter.
“How is everything today?” Nemo asked absently, as he stared out the glass panels of the wheelhouse. “All in shape, I hope?”
“It’s quite well, Father,” the girl replied with a light bow. “I will let you know if I have any complaints.”
“Good.” She always did just that. She spoke fluently, in the language of their ship, and for good reason. Linked as she was to the Nautilus’s innerworkings, if their vessel was to be damaged or sunk for any reason, she would not survive either.
Nemo saw her mostly as a point of usefulness; a sort of eye keeping a close and constant watch on the Nautilus’s progress and repair. But there was more to it. She was not a living being but she looked extraordinarily like one. And what was worse, she could have been in all respects a sister to Nemo’s daughters.
That made it hard to speak to her, sometimes.
