A gift of the sea for castaways, made from planks and such. If dried out it's usefulness can really come in clutch.

I’m harmless when there’s only one on a plate, but put out a dozen and watch your willpower break.

The door swings on me, and I squeak when I'm sore; I'll find you a date, but lose me and you're crazy for sure.

Born on high, I drop down low, With a scaly hat on top I show. Small now, but in time I will, Become a giant on the hill.

It cleans up the mess that falls in the fall, The coat of a tree, it will gather them all.