Holding what’s needed, to battle the seize. First three goes in amber, cycling darkens to ease. Last three held in hand, pop the tab, liquid frees. A man of tin’s tool, gives his joints what they need.

My hair stays green above the ground, while orange treasure’s hidden down. Pull me free and crunch away, what am I you may eat today?

Quest word that I have to look up and learned something new today. An age-old method of communication using signal flags. The word's origin is Greek, meaning sign and carrier.

I float on water, long and slim, In Venice I’m a classic trim. A person rows me with a pole. What am I?

Not a snake but I can wrap around, Keeping your things off the ground. Oft made of wood, raised up on blocks. I'm the perfect place for the old to rock!