I have been associate with simple But simple I may not be Praised in the movies But should be hidden while in society

Curved like a question, quiet as can be, I wait in the dark for what’s layered on me. Naked I’m nothing, just wire or wood, But I carry your style like only I could. What am I?

Guardians of vessels, their mighty shield, Where waves crash and secrets are sealed. My first part a place where ships find berth, My second a divider, made of stone, brick, wood or earth.

In some hands a weapon, stronger than any blade A marvelous invention, one of the best ever made A variety of dreams can I create, And yet with different meaning I enclose with a gate. What am I?

I wrap without paper, flow without water, and sometimes signal victory.