Silent hunters of the deep, where steel leviathans lurk beneath waves, unseen by the sky's eyes. They glide through liquid realms, playing hide and seek with sonar whispers.

I have a long neck but no head. I have a broad mouth but never speak. I work best when held by hand. What am I?

The first was tied to emancipation, and sadly, assassination. The last are parts of a tree, or what may float in a latrine. Together we stack with simple notches, building cabins in frontier fashion.

The first five you do to erect a tent; remove the naughtiness - I’m using proper pretense. The last four are tines of the same; one less, and you would rule the sea. Put together, I help move hay - or is it barley? Either way, we chased a creature with these. But was the doctor the monster, or were we for chasing with these farming devices?

You can be the small one and I'll be the big one for tonight. Or we could alternate and normalize bidirectionality. Why is it 'big' and 'little' instead of 'outer' and 'inner' anyway?