In the depths where giants swoon, a spear of steel meets the moon. From ship to sea, its journey's soon, piercing waves with its pointed tune.

I stamp things shut so none may pry, or bask and bark where sea meets sky. On wax I rest or waves I feel, both mark and beast, what am I?

Size and length, I’m used for scale. Peel me away and give me to a gorilla.

A sweet herb for topping in the pizza threat and thus everyone is on there feet

I’m not so strange. Just an inverted mountain range! Stand in my middle, it’s uphill both ways!