You're going to want this for my first four. My last three shares the same end as a turtle.

For a while, this substance was the best thing around, Its name describes a time when its use was profound. But it’s since slipped down and lost its high place. Today you get it when third in a race.

How Wesley said I love you to Buttercup.

A quill descends, then rises black, and leaves a trail, an inky track. I hold the dark yet never tell, a quiet, waiting, shadowed well.

I can have a strap and silver teeth. I hide your treasures underneath. I am the world you carry by your side.