The boat slid up to the dock; the boatman looked her up and down. "Haven't seen someone carrying a sword into the afterlife for a long time." He scratched his head, furrowed his brow. "Can't remember the last time. How'd you manage it?"
She smiled. "Couldn't say."
"Going to make trouble on the other side?"
"Is that a problem, Charon?"
The boatman shrugged. "Not for me. My responsibilities end at the shoreline."
"Well, come on then, if you're coming."
She spat out the coin, wiped it on her tunic, and handed it to him before climbing into the boat.