She sits on the bow and dangles her feet, a rigid cloaked figure looms on the stern. She runs her hands across the skeletal vessel, thick mist twists and slivers past her cheek. A coin-filled cage hangs off the Ferryman's arm as he pulls an ore through theΒ ominous glow. A rusty lantern rocks and steadily creeks, bright green flames lick the Ferryman's robe. Into the void, into the churning ink he gently rows across the river of woe where no one hears her scream.