Year of the Sailor

Go get our confiscated keg of beer back, so easy to do when you say it!
Look at me, hanging down a side of the ship, by the edge of this window, fingertips away, the deep, dark, blue beneath...
Captain leaves the storage room and I climb into safety, bearhug that keg like it's the biggest baby ever. I lug it around like an idiot; anyone notices me, I'm screwed.
Ahead of me lies the dance hall, the jackass who brought this keg, inside; dancing his ass off. Can't wait to see his face, all this would be worth it.