I’m the small, slick shape shore seekers shuffle the sand specked souvenir speech stretchers struggle to say Silent in my spiral, yet sparking the sound everyone swears I should make What am I?

I rest between journeys, where tides know my name. Ships find their peace, yet none stay the same. I guard against storms, though I move no chain. What am I?

You won’t find me in a scan or chart, Yet I can stop a moving heart. I linger long after goodbye. What am I that never dies? It is something I'm going through right now..

I'll describe this nesosilicate as efficiently as possible: MSO paints it orange.

I can be bronze, silver or gold. A reward for the swift, clever or bold. I'm also another word for prize wife, one that wants riches in her life.