I’m Noah. The transporter. The backbone. Without me? Chaos.

You think you can swim? Good luck. I haul the big, the small, the angry, the paranoid. I’ve carried hippos convinced they were weightless, owls demanding first-class seating, and a very sweaty octopus who insisted on a handshake.

I don’t ask questions—I just move. My decks have seen everything from high-stakes poker games between sea turtles to an opera-singing goat trying to rehearse over engine noise.

But no matter who climbs aboard, one thing stays the same—I run this show. No ticket, no passage. No manners? Hope you enjoy swimming.

I’m the bridge between islands, the only reliable connection, and if you don’t respect my vessel, well… let’s just say the ocean’s looking real inviting.