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.

Im somethings horses can eat, but is served to you wet. Some prefer me with honey or fruits and some wouldn't eat me. Even in death.

I’m made of many materials; most notably gold or pearl. I’m used to gain entry. I can also be an ending to words to indicate a scanda, like water or Iran.

My essence is of life, yet can choke the living. My existence is omnipotent yet can be more valuable than sterling. I can catch ablaze yet can smother my flames. I can be dirty black or crystal clear, and my purity would remain the same.

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