Quick as a flash, Hunter had drawn two of his pistols and had them pointed at the head of the newcomer and the chef. It was nothing particularly personal, he just tended to be a bit edgy... being on the run for the vast majority of his life did that to a guy. After he registered what they had actually said, he slowly lowered his twin pistols. 

"Sorry, 'bout that," the red coated pirate apologised, "I've been expecting the marines to jump me any day now. If ye need a navigator ye'll find none better in South Blue. I only have two conditions, that I have a room on the ship for me maps and navigation tools, and that ye don't turn me over to the government dogs."