Hybrid creation, Two forms combined, A potent mutation, From a Swedish chef's mind?

Cold machinery hums, power in liquid form, Fuels giant steel beasts, keeps them warm. From depths it arose, black gold refined, Pistons and gears, in rhythmic grind.

I wear no shoes, I need no road, I bob instead of carry loads. I sip the sea, I hum and float, I love to brag and gently gloat. From dock to dock, I cheer and boast, I taxi fish and people most.

Timeless golden vessel. Holy. Light. Proffered by ladies who hold parties.

You set this up for the perfect shot. Add a D, and I'm not to blame. Add a picture, and put me on display.