Killian swiftly turned to them on his heel when he heard the throat clearing from Eric, knowing it was a sign that she was actually asking the pirate. He stayed in his spot for a moment before walking over to them, just stopping at the edge of the table. "The Flying Dutchman, actually", he simply said before Galadriel gathered the small trinkets on her table and cupped them in her hands. She closed her eyes as she shook them to mix them up. "A touch...of destiny!", she began softly before splaying them over her table. 

A thunderstorm raged as Killian and Eric stood at a pier where they saw the scuttled remains of a ship, as if it was a shipwreck. "There it is, mate", Killian said to Eric. "The Flying Dutchman", he said as the rain poured over them.