Some say I am a failed star because of my Helium and Hydrogen, but this is false. In both worlds, I am known for my storms. Boys go here as a significant rite of passage.

I'm left on a ship, but I'm not left behind. I'm a hole to be filled, but I don't leak. I'm a shelter from the storm, but I'm not a roof. I'm a dessert, but I'm not something you eat.

I go before trap, storm, and paper, but after quick and pound. I’m where heads are buried, and lines are drawn.

Under the ocean is where I dwell, but because I am sneaky, you can’t always tell. A living creature I may not be, but look inside me, and you’ll find men of the sea.

I am located in a bed, but I am not in a dream. People visit me for fish and the bubbling brooks.