Cid awoke that morning and prepared to leave. He grabbed all his essentials. Sword, shield, armor, knife, gil, money pouch, and a good amount of potions. He walked down into the lobby of the inn he stays at, left the rent on the counter and walked out. He payed a carriage teamster to give him a ride to the docks. While on his way, however, he couldn't help but feel something, or someone for that matter, was following him. He began to feel that same bizarre and unexplainable feeling he did when Strenn walked into the pub the previous night.
"Maybe I'm not feeling too well." He thought to himself as he reached into his bag and took a small drink of one of his potions for good measures. "Do you think you could slow down just a tad bit? Feeling a bit under the weather." He said to the teamster.
Before he knew it, he found himself at the shipyard. He looked around and, sure enough, he saw the same cloaked figure he had seen the night before, still wearing the same cloak and his face still shrouded.
"I'm going to guess you're not much of a people person judging by the get-up." Cid said sarcastically.
"I see you showed up on time." Strenn said, ignoring Cid's previous remark.
"Hey, you were the one who was late last night." Cid said.
"Anyway, do you have everything you require?" Strenn said, once again ignoring Cid's remark.
"Geeze, aren't we stoic." Cid thought to himself. "Yeah. I've got all I need right here." He said as he held out his bag.
"Good. Give that to one of the workers on the ship so he can take it to storage."
"Alright then." He said as he started to board the vessel. He saw the man he was to give it to. He introduced himself under the name of Simon and gladly took the bag off of Cid's hands.
As he walked into storage to place Cid's bags inside, he could have sworn to have heard something moving around inside. He looked around and found nothing. He assumed it was no more than his own imagination. It wasn't until after he left that the noise he heard also came with a voice.
"And here I was thinking he was going to find me." said that voice. "Now, let's see what we can find in here."
Suddenly he felt a shake go through the ship. The sails above were set and ship began sailing.
"Dammit! Was hoping to be able to loot and get off this thing." He said. "Hopefully this'll come with its own set of spoils."
Above was Cid taking his last glimpses of land until they reached Cornelia.
"Damn, I hate boats." He murmured to himself as he already began feeling sea-sick. "Something tells me this is gonna be a long ride."