Bold seafarer clad in iron, sails the northern winds, where gods whisper in the frost and tales of conquest echo through time.

Where frogs leap and lilies float, a mirror for the sun, a gentle cradle of whispers and reflections, home to the still and serene.

I fuel your fire in the dead of night I’ll be a strong house if you do it right With my source standing high on top of the hill I’m the last name of the infamous Will

For a natural treat, there's nothing sweeter, But be careful with me or wind up full of stingers.

I live underwater and breathe through gills and lungs to gulp for air. I however am not a fish or a mammal. I'm named after a god who refused to die, I regrow limbs and do not scar. I always smile and I come in different colors.