@jangoedmoves asked: "So... Like... How far into the future can you see? Do you know how you die?" Unprompted (Always Accepting)
Hawkins stared at the man, trying so hard to keep his expression stoic despite the rage that built up within him. Oh, this gyrating hypnotist had managed to strike perhaps the most raw nerve the Magician possessed.
His death. Yes, his cards had predicted it. 99 times out of 100 readings in a row, in fact. Or at least his failure, and was that not the same? For a man looking to become King of the Pirates, one could only truly fail if they gave up or died. And he had no intention of giving up.
The Magician reversed. The Ten of Swords. The Emperor reversed.
He did not know when or where this downfall would occur, but the cards gave clear hints. There would be a betrayal. He would be defeated by an Emperor who was dominant and lacked discipline. With these clues, perhaps he could avoid his fate. For there had been a 1% chance of success. A very different reading that foretold his victory if he could get his hands on the power he needed.
He would avert his fate. Avert his death - his failure. That was the true power of the Pirate King. To laugh in the face of destiny and overcome even the cycle of death and rebirth, like Gol D. Roger had.
Hawkins, too, would defy the odds.
So, smothering his anger, he gave the man a deadpan look. "Why would I disclose such information to an inquisitive stranger? Especially when I much prefer to tell others about their own fates? Shall I have my cards peer into the future and predict your death? Though I foresee that asking the wrong man the wrong questions could easily result in it happening sooner rather than later."
