I glide without wheels through streets made of waves, or hang from a cable with mountain views to gaze. One rides the water, one rides the sky, both carry travelers passing by.

There is one in a second, none in a minute, two in one hour, but none in half. What am I?

I steal your looks but leave your pockets full. I copy you perfectly, yet never learn a thing. I've solved more riddles than any hero ever has, and somehow I'm STILL the answer. You're already thinking of me - don't pretend you're not...

What is a penguin's default method of travel?

Breaching hulls, bashing ships It’s not as friendly as it seems Floating fish, massive citys Nothing may stand against it’s wrathful face Some call them rogues, others freaks Sometimes tsunamis Sometimes ripples Often lapping gently on the shore