The ferry man tipped his hat at Hans, "Good, good". He waited for the children to get on board. Once he counted a total of four heads, the ferry man blew the horn, letting a puff of smoke exit from the pipe of his ship, like an old man blowing on his pipe. Soon after, the ship set sail. At first glance, there seemed to be nothing but water, but as one looked down, one could see a vast metropolis- a network of buildings, each connected to each other through a series of tubes.
The ship, Charon, stopped at the middle of what seemed to be nothing. "Here", the sailor proclaimed, blowing his whistle. The ship felt like it was falling. A ring rose from the water, as water began to drain outwards, allowing the ship to slowly fall into a man-made stream, which felt more or less like the Small World ride at Disney Land, sans the toy figures, though all the passengers must be too young to remember what disney land was like, since the city it was in was completely flooded a decade and a half ago.