Parse: Stowaways onboard

Twas evening napping in cockpit,
Accused of whistling & tweeting,
Logging Z’s softly awoken,
“Teague is that you?”
Not I!
Twas forty winks a slumber,
Search we did, find atop us,
Chirpy & settled,
Birds of a feather flock together,
Four at first, chased away!
We not want shit on the yacht!

An honourable mention to,
Jack & Jill sat on the bill,
Persistent fowls recurrence aplenty,
Atlantic & equator crossing,
2300 nautical miles and two island’s !
A hat twas drawn,
Out of cubby hole to flee ol Jack n Jill,
Unbeknownst sunglasses attached,
So If one traversing the Atlantic,
A bird be sighted donning Rayban’s,
Tis either Jill or Jack,

Jill likes long conversation, fleecing & chirping, roosting & perching – dislikes tickles & hugs.
Jack likes long conversation, fleecing, roosting & perching, tickles & hugs.
Jack be a pirating little fucker,
True to the core,
Ended up on my shoulder!
Believe me not photo’s a follow.

Second stow-away first spotted,
At anchorage Fernando de Noronha,
Foreword railing scouting out Zephyr,
Hence named Fernando,
A prudent pesty fucker bold as Jack,
Sized twice of Jack & Jill,
Long Blue billed plump sea duck,
Quite sure tasty outta da pot roast,
Be warned Fernando is agro,
While dispelling him with rope,
Fernie’s beak bit hold of end,
Took flight, line taught,
Flapping like banshee,
Me arm all but disjointed,
Both of us not letting go,
Wings tired… Nando fled,
Only to return again!

Fernando likes fleecing & solitude, roosting & perching.
Dislikes long conversation & tickles,
Damn thing fell asleep while chatting.
Motion picture shows captured of all.