The men left the loot alone, aside from pulling any usable bolts out from the dead sea goblins. As you'd approach you would be able to hear the sounds of sea goblins smashing parts of the ship, as well as the slow spout of water filling it's interior. You could recognize their efforts easily; they're trying to sink the ship. Indeed, if they could make the ship take water, they wouldn't even need to fight you. They could let the ocean swallow you up or simply attack you while you and your crew were drowning. And even if they couldn't kill you here, if they do enough damage even your crew wouldn't be able to patch up the damage before the ship would be lost, taking both it's cargo and possibly your lives.

As your crew went deeper, there was some benefit to the ship taking water; the noise would mask your approach even en mass. Carefully your group would move ever closer as you could hear more sounds of wood being broken and the gruff voices of the goblin leaders. As if there heresy of their mere existence wasn't bad enough, they didn't even speak a language that was either common or goblinoid. As best as you could guess, it was some sort of Abyssal or Infernal Language. Still in their carelessness they'd leave themselves susceptible to ambush. Hector looked to you and spoke quietly. "Want to sneak closer captain, or should we try and get the jump on em now?"