Stored in a carton Not typically Made out of water Only biblically

I hold a thousand faces yet wear none. I speak without voice, yet stories escape me. I am opened, closed, yet never move.

I hide a needle though I’m made of none, golden and piled beneath the sun.

My skeleton keeps my shape. He helps keep me afloat. I used to cross enemy lines, but now I catch minds. You might think I'm my bouncy cousin, but I'm more like the stronger version.

I control a box from across the room, Yet I’m always missing when you actually need me.