Stowaway

'Cast the line and open 'er sail!'

The swag Pirate Cap'n Bogart did hail

We'd made wit' the looty

Aye, what a booty!

T'was to open seas fer us w'out fail

'Argh! We be chased! All men make haste!'

Bogart grabbed 'de wheel and about faced

We slipped and slid cross deck and bow

Doing our best to stay upright but how

'Oi grabbed at some rope, tried to keep hope

The life 'o a pirate is truly no joke

Being a lady, 'oi be pretty shady

Snuck in claiming me name was O'Brady

Now 'oi could only pray 'oid live thru the day

That none 'o the blokes looked too close me way

'Oid gave up me skirt for a life 'o hard work

Neath me nails 'oi 'ad a gallon 'o dirt

'Blimey, O'Brady, yar ain't no lady!

Get up that sail 'for 'oi make yar me gravy!'

Bogart 'ollered at me from above

Me pirate cap'n, 'e is me true love

Aye, Cap'n, me 'ollars, voice really gruff

Flung back 'dem ropes, pulled wit' a huff

No way 'oid let 'dem boys gives me a sneer

Meet th' ropes end or 'oil be buccaneer

Me love, Cap'n Bogart thinks me a man

E's no oi'dea 'o me secret plan

'Oil be mixin' me potion 'o love fer 'is rum

'Den once 'e drinks it, 'oil show 'im me bum!

(For partial glossary of pirate-a-nese, see Lish's poem, the author of this challenge.... 'Oil be taggin' 'er in comments and it be on 'er profile!)