"If I could explain, cap'n, these people are incredibly useful to us right now. The man with the egg hails from Oxford, as can be inferred by his accent. However, if you look to his musculature, he is experienced in engineering. My guess is that he be a shipwright who washed up here. The other man has the stink of incense and medicine. If you take into account the outfit, he's probably a pirate doctor... I think he was part of that Ignis debacle a few weeks ago, judging by how long he's been here." 

As Hunter explained this he tied a message to a rock before throwing it over to Abigail. The message read: [b]These men need food. Get that bloody idiot to do the one thing he's good at.[/b]

Pulling a map of the island out of an unseen pocket he unfolded it on the beach.
"Right, we're here on Driftwood Bay, known as where all the junk washes ashore. The prison itself is on the other side of the island, known as the Gallows Gaol. Criminals of a bounty of thirty million beli or less are kept here, as it's too much of a hassle to transport them to Impel Down. It's about a days trek from here, which is probably why these two have managed to avoid capture. To fully crew the ship, we'll need about 10-20 people, 3-4 of which with any real ability as to prevent a mutiny. We'd also need that amount to carry back the gunpowder and cannons, which we're definitely going to need to get off this rock. Sound like a plan cap'n?"