From ancient seas to grains so small, I sit with pepper, known to all. A pinch of me can change the whole, awaken taste from dull to bold.

and the pay for the ancient soldier. I am a white stone that vanishes in a drink, yet I make the ocean heavy. I preserve the dead but bite the living. What am I?

Difficult to knot But makes a tux look formal a ribbon, it's not But around the neck is normal

What do you call rubber that is exhausted?

Up a creek of feces without my aid, nautical nonsense ensues until you grasp the handle of this blade.