I reflect the heavens down below, born when storm clouds overflow. Step too near and watch me sway, as ripples steal the sky away.

I have a point, but cannot feel. I leave a trail, but never heal. I tell tales without a sound. What am I?

Jack be nimble, jack be quick, Pirates use these covers, strapped to their face!

Blows with your fists or gloves for your feet. I come in a pair, but the dryer must eat!

Quest word, so no alt words. I can mean two different things - one is a means to drink, the other a means to eat. My first three letters refer to the hopeful mantra of positive people... and of little engines that could. My last four letters spell a kind of person often stereotyped by their age.