Arr, on the briny sea I sway, a sailor's cheer or a seabird's way. I greet the shore with a frothy spray, to me hearties, I'm the pirate's ballet!

This is hard. Very hard. Possibly the hardest, naturally

No ballroom training, no formal plan, just shake what moves however you can! A toddler’s triumph, an earthworm’s jiggle, what playful movement bends in the middle?

I am forever. At least that's what some would say. I was under a lot of pressure, but now that's gone away. It used to be hot around me, but now, super cool, I am. Cool enough you could call me ice, or fake me as a scam.

If you don't cut this, and you end up eating the whole thing, technically you only had one piece. What am I?