Arr, matey, I hide one orb, ye see, To ward off the glare o' the deep blue sea. What be this cloth that sails with me?

Babies and grown men both use me alike. For the man, a cold brew, and food for the tyke.

I run long and thin but within the walls, I thrive and scale without falls.

A place to read, A place to recline, No rest for your arms, But one for your behind. What am I?

You're going to want this for my first four. My last three shares the same end as a turtle.