I stretch for hundreds of miles with no shore in sight. I am made of rock and sand, yet I flow in slow waves. Rain visits me rarely, but when it does, I change suddenly. I hide small pockets of life where water briefly appears. Those who cross me unprepared are claimed by heat and thirst. What am I?

I sail the seas with treasure so grand, A mighty ship from a distant land. Pirates seek me, a ship of old, With sails full of riches, and stories bold. What am I?

I’m neither place nor drink nor code - Yet I am all three, Depending on how you summon me. Who am I?

In the breeze, I dance with flair, A symbol tall in open air. From nations proud to pirates bold, My colors tell stories untold.

I come greeting for afar with warm wishes. Places you have never seen on my print. What am I?