"Listen," you say, putting your hands in front of you in a gesture that's both conciliatory and defensive. "I have no idea what's going on here. Care to explain?" The thug who talked to you looks confused. He holds a brief, whispered conversation with the others. Then he turns back to you. "Not gonna cut it," he says. "Furlbrows tried the same game. Doesn't matter if you pretend you're with us. We know when you're not." The thugs' position tells you that they're about to attack. Looks like you just ran out of time on the information option. Time to try something else. Instinctively, you run; there's no way you can take them on at this close range. You bolt down the gangplank to the ship you were heading towards when you were suddenly ambushed. The thugs pursue you hotly. You can see a cannon up ahead, but nothing else useful for fighting back.
Forget the cannon. Circle around the thugs and make a break for the Foe Reaper. Fire the cannon at the thugs.