They're kneeling at this point, and being tied up by the crew. One of them is clearly panicing, the other seems defiant. Both look fairly well nurished, and scurvy free. Probably work out of a base close to home, and the Gem Sea generally has a fair amount of citrus fruits being traced throughout the area, from the Southern bits of the Menoah Empire.

The pirates look at Thaddeus's map. The first, the scared one, gabbles out Ah, I don't know. I'm not the navigator, I swear! Please! I'm sorry.
The second shrugs Shut up Tal. Neither of us are much for maps, mister. Who're you lot then? Yer to raggedy to be normal law,
but to strong to be jes' any merchenteers. He looks at Farrington with slight contempt. Alright Mr. Nice Guy. I'll have a go. He proceeds to gulp down three swallows. Cheers.
When Salmaan comes up over the side Tal starts gibbering again.
Ah man Keg, they are the law. They're hunting pirates.
Keg just rolls his eyes.