Goblins Ahoy!

Sailing relaxed, endless blue
 Nowhere to go, nothing to do
 Running low on pirate brew
 Frightening shortage of wenches to screw
 A cryptic shadow on the horizon
 Set camp and explore, lest they should wizen
 The pirates unearth a mysterious grave
 Could this be the magical treasure they crave?
 "And as the pirates sailed onwards, towards certain doom, all they could think about was how wonderful it would be to pillage an uncharted island, for they had found an ancient map, buried deep within the sands of the grave. the map read 'Goblin Island'"
 SLICE SLICE DICE DICE
 Cutting the pirates into bite-sized portions of flesh!
 LA LA LA LALA
 And then we'll feast on their brains for our meal!
 CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP
 And then we'll make funny hats from their skin!
 Ripping and tearing, we'll use their organs as toys!
 The pirates drop anchor close to the shore
 Eager to find out what lies in store
 Camp is set up near the menacing mountains
 At midnight the necks turn to bloody fountains
 The goblins come out from their goblin caves
 Ready to make the intruders their slaves
 Psychotic warcry, green skinned braves
 The skin is stripped from pirate knaves
 Out of the dark, the goblins march
 One by one, through the goblin arch
 Ready to kill the sleeping foes
 To pluck off every one of their toes
 The slaughter begins, the mayhem unthinkable
 Pirate blood is especially drinkable
 Lets make jewelery out of their bones
 And break their jaws with tiny stones
 Looting and pillaging cut short by death
 The cold embrace of a goblins breath
 Broken in half and stuffed into a chest
 By furious goblins with no need to rest
 Ripping and tearing, shredding the bastards
 Pirates are fast, but goblins are faster
 Bandits now slaves to ferocious green masters
 What once was a voyage becomes a disaster