Arrr, matey, when treasure chests be sealed tight and keys be lost to the sea's might, it be the crafty sailor with iron fingers and a skeleton crew who unlocks the secrets of yer loot!

Remove my last, I'm a soft messy pile. Remove my first, two may dangle, four you should use for a while. As large as a world, or small and whirled as well. What am I while I'm around, pray tell?

Bright in colour, loud in song Am I an island, or foreboder of deep down danger?

I'm the result of an infliction. Some try to hide me, others think I'm kinda sexy. I can be large or small. Some have me on their body, others on their soul.

You and I do this all night long because our long play has plenty of these.