I trim your nails, or sail the sea, what am I that both can be?

what might someone from ye olde times bid you

Land locked I may be, yet pirates still my deck receives. Walking on planks these pirates must, just for a chance of glitter dust.

A ball to see the future, or maybe to the past. A mystic orb that tells you how long your luck will last. A conduit for spirits both proximal and distal. This ball is not cheap glass, it is made of...

In a bowl, I spin and twirl, combining flavors in a swirl. From batter thick to liquid thin, I blend it all with just a spin.