I have a shell I live in water Sometimes I'm food Sometimes pistoler

What do you get when a telescope crashes into a microscope?

Arr, ye rowdy rogues! In a barrel it brews, bringing brawls and boisterous cheers, makes mates merry and sailors sing. Golden grog of the sea, it be the captain's choice for a hearty huzzah!

In the forest's heart, where elements dance, I blend earth's bounty with a rhythmic trance. A conductor of nature's harmonious song, I unite diverse notes, where all belong.

Arr, in the captain's cover, ye'll find, A haven where feathered mates unwind. With wings they do flap, Inside this grand trap, Free as the wind, yet confined.