Oh look… the usual night, the gypsy thought to herself as she moved through the town. Her trust companion was by her side, bleating every so often. "Djali…" She said, her voice calming the kid. "You know we do this. And you know you can't come in with me." The goat bleated up at her and she shook her head. "I'll be out in a few hours." With that, she walked into the tavern, seeing there was a booth free. She walked to the bar, laid down a couple coins so she could get a drink, and then walked to the booth. Pulling out a deck of cards, she looked at them on the table before pulling back the hood on her purple cloak.

She was ready for her night of business to begin.

Over at another table, the woman noticed that there seemed to be a crew of sailors in the pub and she figured one of them would come to see her at some point. Before any of them could try, someone came to her and sat before her, holding out their palms to be read. She smirked and traced lines, reading their future in the creases of their hand. She looked into their eyes and winked, finishing the reading of the palms. She pushed the deck towards the customer and had them cut the cards, taking the top from each one. Instructing where to put them down, she grinned a bit and flipped them over, reading their fortunes there.

As she finished, she looked up and saw some men of a navy… the uniform not being one she truly knew but they were in uniform and looked military. But as she started to leave, one of them caught her eye, causing her to slightly stare at the man before she looked back at her client, pulling her hood up. She was paid and took everything from the table, getting ready to get up from the table before she heard someone speak. "Won't you stay a while? I'm interested to hear what you have to say, dear lady," the male voice said as she stood up. Her hood of her cloak was up and she looked at him under the rim of her hood. "That depends on who is asking," She replied simply.

"Well if you would prefer to leave," he said before she lifted a hand. "Do you know who I am?" She asked. He looked at her and blinked. "You are Madame Esme, the fortuneteller. Your name is one many look for when they venture out," He replied.

"Very good Capitaine," She said, motioning him to sit. "Seems your brother wishes to stay away and not see what you will have."

"How did you know?" He asked.

"I know quite a lot," she answered. "Now… show me your palms and I shall read them." When he gave her his palms, she blinked and traced over the lines. "You have something rather interesting…" She murmured. "Levelheaded, logical, stubborn, and loyal, that is what you believe. Your mind follows a moral compass that points true north, though… you are quite gullible. You don't look for reason as to why you're doing what you're doing. You blindly follow orders. And that will harm you in the long run…" She frowned and looked at him. "From that I cannot tell you more. But I will say this… If you do not heed warnings you receive, it will be a fate you will not see coming," She stated.

"Well that isn't anything at all now is it?" He said, pulling his hand back from the gypsy. "Liam," she heard the other man speak. "Would you like to see if your cards will say anything?" Esme asked, motioning to the cards.

Liam took the deck and cut the cards, following Esme's instructions. "Now… These say what I have told you," She stated. "But they also speak to your brother…" She looked to the other man and smirked. "You're the complete opposite of your brother and you have a long road ahead of you. But should you let your emotions get the better of you, you will lose things dear to you. The both of you have lost so much in your life that it seems it's all you know. You've been given a second chance, use it well and listen to each other. Brothers shall fight and one shall win, but failure to heed warnings and soon all will be fin. Loss will rein paramount, and nothing but blood will account for all the suffering that will ensue."

She shook her head slightly and looked away from the cards. "That was just cliché… speaking in rhyme," She stated before looking to the two of them. "Stay safe. The next journey you take to far off shores… it will not be as you want it." She put the cards away as the younger brother looked at her. "You can't be serious?" he asked, looking up at her. "What are you doing listening to this woman? This gypsy heller is preposterous."

She rolled her eyes and stood up, putting her things away under her cloak. "Brother she does need to make a living and you know what they have said about her. Calm yourself," Liam said. He handed her a pouch of coins and she blinked before bowing slightly at the waist. "Many thanks, capitaine," She said softly before turning and walking out of the tavern.

She walked back to camp and smiled down at her goat who came to greet her. "Military men, Djali. We know where that got us the last time," She said softly, putting the coins together. Tomorrow she'd be dancing and who knew if the military men would still be there.

The festival was raging and Liam looked around. "Come on Killian, you're usually the one telling me to have fun," he said honestly. "Brother we do have things we should get done on the ship," Killian stated.

"And the men are here with us. There will be nothing done today but some merriment before we leave." Killian made his way toward the stage and there as he showed up, a beautiful woman appeared from smoke. She danced beautifully and bewitched him. Her black hair and emerald eyes drew him in more than he thought possible. But here he was watching her every movement with fascination. When she was finished, her red dress hung around her ankles and fluttered in the breeze as different things were said. He pulled himself back to his thoughts and looked over at his brother. Music started to play and he watched as the woman came past Liam and he pulled her for a dance. So he would get to watch her again.

She looked to Liam and blinked as they danced something she thought he wouldn't know. "You are a good dancer, captain," She said honestly as they moved around. She'd pick up the skirt to her dress every so often and move it out of the way, making sure they didn't trip on it. "And you as well," Liam replied. "Tell me, how long are you here? I'm sure my younger brother would enjoy learning to dance from you."

"I leave tomorrow," She answered. "But maybe one day we'll meet again." They finished the music and she curtsied to him. "Thank you for the dance, Captain." She bowed her head and stood straight before looking over at Killian who was watching them both. "Seems he needs you," She said, moving aside and moving over towards Killian. "Safe seas, lieutenant," she murmured, placing a hand on his shoulder before brushing past him and getting lost into the crowd.

"Who was she?" Liam asked. "Not a clue," Killian answered honestly. But the scent of cinnamon and jasmine still hung near him and he knew that was her. He couldn't help but think of the gypsy they'd met the evening prior, but they surely couldn't be the same person. Could they?