Curved like a question, quiet as can be, I wait in the dark for what’s layered on me. Naked I’m nothing, just wire or wood, But I carry your style like only I could. What am I?

Guardians of vessels, their mighty shield, Where waves crash and secrets are sealed. My first part a place where ships find berth, My second a divider, made of stone, brick, wood or earth.

In some hands a weapon, stronger than any blade A marvelous invention, one of the best ever made A variety of dreams can I create, And yet with different meaning I enclose with a gate. What am I?

I wrap without paper, flow without water, and sometimes signal victory.

The person who makes it, sells it. The person who buys it never uses it. The person who uses it never knows they are using it.