I’m where pirates hunt for buried gold, my mark is plainly drawn and bold. Yet call someone upset or sore, and I may describe them even more.

You may be said to hit me if you're really mad, Or if you're very nervous you're like a cat on hot tin, If you have a home you'll have me over your head, But you might want to raise me to celebrate a win

A friendly greeting by hand Or roars across the ocean to land Ripples through a stadium stands Can carry signals to different bands

I am a sign. I start off as a vegetable, but quickly turn into an expert. It's probably a little cliche, but me and the world used to be a staple at beauty pageants. Some people use me before they go away.

I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played. What am I?