Its about a crew of Orcs
'D'ere's only one Boss of der Four Seas! He'll bash in yer feckin 'ead and skin yer knees!'
'Quiet Lads!' roared Baltag Gut Spiller.
The towering Ork, face burned and dead parrot tied to shoulder, glared at each of his boys. They had been up and down this hot Jungle coast for days now.
His gobo lookout, Sqat, had spotted a lone elf ship somewhere in the distance, but they hadn't found any wreckage in the past week.
'And dis bucket is starting ta come apart!'
The ships rotten mast cracked and slowly toppled over, crushing an orc while the rest seemed unfazed.
'Sos boss,' mumbled the next biggest Orc, Grundac.
Baltag shook his head at one orc cradling a woman's severed head whilst wearing her now torn red dress.
'We had done one more verse boss,' Grundac whined.
The orc in the dress smiles.
'Yay!'
'Bunch of stinking Glitter Gits. If we don't find that ship soon, half the maggots here will be going overboard.'
Sqat squeaked.
Baltag leaned over his catapult.
'You best hope we don't find it!'
'Gold! Gold and lots of lizards dat need killing! What did I tell you, lads?'
'Can I come down now, boss?" Sqat said.
Baltag regarded the goblin.
'I wont stab you in the toes again.'
Grundac mutters and avoids Baltag's eyes.
'Well if he's not gonna stab you in the toes boss,..'
Baltag sighs.
'Okay.'
The Orc cuts Sqat's ropes.
'Aww, thanks Bo-'
Baltag picked up the goblin and raised him up to his head.
Sqat stiffened as a hundred darts pierced his body.