If you look inside me very deep, You might find climbers frozen in their sleep. Or maybe you will look and find an ass, But on the surface, see naught but a crack.

I can take many forms, but my purpose is always the same. I can be way up high, or down below, and sometimes even inside. I hold those most precious to us, and some might try to rob me. Some feel free when I am empty. What am I?

Unlike two of my cousins, i remain grounded Remove my first letter and i'm perfect for gardening i'm related to a famous corsair

I'm small and blue, or pink, white or purple too. I want you to remember me so please, follow my name's cue. My second name however, is not so benign. Scorpion grass they call me despite my petals so fine.

I am a berry though not the sort you pick in a bowl,I wear a yellow coat that freckles like old scroll. I hang in hands but never learn to clap, and every single one of my small teeth is dead a ghostly map. What am i?