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?

Cunningly carries contents captive, crafted to confine, a wooden wonder whirling through warehouse whispers.

Technically I am a legume, used for oil, butter or just a snack to enjoy. A famous cartoon is named after me, the one with the dog and the bald boy.

I hold your most precious memories tight, Yet I never saw the original sight. I have four borders but not a single state, Displaying the moments that you celebrate.

I roll, hold, store, stack, and fall-though inside is not where I'd want to be. Alcohol loves me, when made from oak, charred for bourbon, but only used once. Stories are told of waterfalls braved, with fools inside and no brains saved.