The wind swayed the waters of the Nile, the soft sounds of the water made you forget that you were in hell and feel alive again. You climbed onto the deck of the ferry, watching the view, inhaling the smell of the water. It took you a while to notice the Ferryman sitting nearby, holding his vislo in his hand. He was sitting on the deck, the sun shining on his white robe, which almost completely covered his body and completely hid his face. When you glanced at him, he immediately turned away. He was disgusted, knowing what he looked like, and it took him a while to come up to you and ask

I suppose.. Do you need to move to the other side?

He looked into the distance and then back at you