The ferry, heavily arboured with cypress and mangrove trees seems to dip fearlessly low in the water, skimming  like a slow floating island.

 

As one who has just died finds their bearings among the many rooms of death, they quickly stumble upon a set of circuit breakers. Down a short hallway, past the closets that hold Jupiter, Saturn and assorted brooms, mops and cleaning supplies. Past the courtyard where all the unused tornadoes are kept.