The following morning, the crew separated after Law let them have the day to themselves; he and Akane chose to walk aimlessly around the midway, the nurse consuming vast amounts of sugar so her nerves could buzz in a sugar rush rather than vibrating with the emotions rattling around inside of her. As she gnawed on her funnel cake, she couldn't help but steal glances from her captain who appeared to have his mind in another world.

Law has chosen to let Akane assume that last night had not happened, or at least the emotional ramifications behind it had not; he knew he struck not a nerve, but a vital organ within his nurse when he had grilled her about the Marine documents. He had decided he would help her in any way he could, but they would never speak of the incident again to spare her dignity. He felt her eyes peer up at him every now and then, making sure he was still there or not scrutinizing her like he was about to dissect every corner of her mind, but it was best to say nothing. Spilling her past to him was nothing more than interesting, but now the scales in their bazaar friendship tipped to where he knew everything about her, yet he still had a veil of secrecy covering her eyes.

"You're going to rot your teeth if you keep that up," he said and she looked up at him, swallowing the fried dough thickly.

"I can't remember the last time I've had sweets, so I guess I'm just indulging myself," she replied, using the back of her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth.

He brushed powdered sugar off her cheek and tasted it, grimacing at the sweetness. "You don't remember because you probably went into a sugar-induced coma."

She bumped her hip into his long leg, earning a laid back smile from him.

"Is there anything you want to do around here, Captain? You don't seem interested in any of the rides or games," Akane said as the passed through the midway.

"The bolts on those death traps are waiting to give at any minute and why would I play any games when I have a bear?" he asked and she beamed at the mention of the stuffed animal sitting in his desk chair right now.

"What about this?" she asked, pointing up ahead. A large purple tent with a beaded entryway stood in stark contrast to the reds and yellows of the carnival. Law read the wooden sign propped up: MADAME RAENI FORTUNE TELLER.

"Isn't fortune telling a sham?" he asked as he followed her into the purple tent, the inside filled with star and moon printed tapestries and blue drapes.

"Yeah, but it's still fun," she said, motioning for him to sit beside her.

They were seated on one side of a round table covered in a sun printed cloth with a swirling crystal ball in the middle. Law looked around to see pictures of palm diagrams and tea leaves surround them. A dark skinned woman appeared from behind a large curtain and sat down across from them in a pink, high backed chair, adjusting the yellow turban around her head. Her eyebrows shot straight into her turban at the two seated in the mismatched, high backed chairs.

"Welcome: I could feel your auras from miles away," she said, palms out peacefully.

"Really?" Law asked bitingly and Akane nudged him beneath the table. He smiled and leaned back in his chair, eyeing the woman. Beads circled around her neck like snakes and her bracelets and rings clinked as she moved to run her hands over the crystal ball. The blue tunic almost blended into her skin it was so dark.

"Oh yes, it's not often I get a pair of doctors, pirates, and lovers in my tent at once," Raeni said, smiling knowingly.

He slapped a hand on his companion's knee before she could correct her, smiling with devilish charm. "However did you come to those conclusions?"

"She has a caduceus on her hand and you're Mister Trafalgar; it doesn't take a third eye to see that," she said, tapping the center of her forehead. "And the bond is strong between you."

Something clicked in Akane's head, causing her sit up. "Wait a second... you're the waitress we had from last night."

"Ah, you are sharp, but I wouldn't expect less from a doctor," Raeni said, smiling. "This is a side gig to earn some extra cash so I could leave this island, but you are not here to listen to my woes: you two are here for me to reveal you future, correct?"

The medics exchanged a look before Law shrugged, slouching back in his chair. Akane handed the woman a handful of beli and Raeni took the olive hand in her chocolate one. She flipped it over to see the palm, tracing the lines with her fingernail.

"Huh, interesting," she muttered. "Trafalgar, give me your hand."

He arched an eyebrow, but complied. He gave the woman his tattooed hand and she brought it to lay beside Akane's. She traced her purple polished nails over each one before stroking her chin.

"Your palms are so different, but your life lines and heart lines are nearly identical," she said and the pair leaned their heads down near toward each other to get a better look. Law's hands were covered in calluses and cuts while Akane's were soft with a scar in the center; as for their heart and life lines, all they saw were indentations in the palm. Nothing more, nothing less.

"What does that mean exactly?" Akane asked, taking back her hand with Law doing the same.

"You're both very logical, but you, my dear, are more controlled by will than he is," she said, her hands out toward Akane, nodding at Law. She folded her hands on the table and said solemnly," The lines run smooth and deep, but the life line is broken at the point where that and the heart line curve away from each other. I feel you two are close, but the roots weaving beneath the tree of life will constrict you, driving you apart."

"What evidence do you have to prove this theory?" he asked, sitting up in his seat.

"You haven't taken your hand from her knee the entire time you've been here, Mister Trafalgar," she said and he looked down to see Raeni was right, but there was no point in taking his hand away from his nurse's warm knee when the damage has been done. Raeni smiled when his gray eyes returned to her hazel ones. "A dangerous man like you wouldn't waste your energy on a dangerous woman like her for nothing if not out of fondness. You may find this to be a hoax, a way to get rich, but you shouldn't ignore fate when it's so clearly marking you."

"What do we do when the wedge happens?" Akane asked, leaning forward.

"You paid for a fortune teller, not a spiritual advisor/therapist," she responded, taking the turban to reveal her stunning afro with the bone through it and counted the beli.

"I'd pay for a cook who wants to get off this island."

Akane turned to Law, surprised by his boldness. His easy going smile almost radiated the small room, an unnatural and artificial glow that struck the two women.

"How'd you know I cooked your food last night?" Raeni asked, truly puzzled.

He smiled wider. "I could feel it in your aura... and I found a hair in my food similar to yours."

"Well, if you want me as a cook after that, you must be desperate Mist-" she caught herself, smiling as she headed out of the tent with them. "Captain."