Heart's compass, it be, Guiding ships through stormy seas, Gold doubloons for free.

I can twist, pop, or button, Threaded tightly, you will lose nothing. Pin me or hook me, brim fit for a duckling. I’m the peak and always protect you when sunny.

When light is phased to its phonetic opposition, a crew takes their turn to continue the mission. The clock ticks on the same but there’s a difference. The calendar jumps ahead and home brings sunlights rising visage.

Perched on your cheek, my one eye does see, A circle of glass on a chain - that's me! Half a spectacle for wisdom's own style, A gentleman's glance, with a dapper smile.

It describes a curve that’s incredibly tight, But stick it in an outlet and a fire you’ll ignite!