Red lines cross on blue, framed in white. Built from older flags, stitched into one. Raised on ships and over castles. Say 'together' first, then a common bird, then captain’s first name.

Amidst the vast ocean blue, a tiny friend in view. Not a mountain, not a plain, just a dot in the nautical domain.

Oh my stars! A whirling dancer of the plains, Kicking up dust and leaving no remains. A funnel of fury, swift as a fox, Spinning its way through fields and rocks.

I’m a contained body of water, often manmade. Add an F to my beginning and I’m unreliable. Add a B to my beginning, and I’m a name for both males and females.

Ripples dangerously dancing towards the edge. Waves swirl until they can no longer be contained. Over the edge they tumble into the waters below.