As a ferry arrives, they get in hurriedly - their eyes glued to the other shore. Each moment is precious. Ferry moves, with waves gently lapping against the sides. After what seems like an eternity, they have covered quite a distance and are almost halfway there.
Boat came to a halt in the middle of the water. Clouds move a little and gentle moonlight bathes the interiors of the boat in an eerie glow. Man, for the first time since they were on the shore looks at the ferryman. A scream gets frozen in his throat to see the ferryman without a head. A headless torso with hands and legs, its hands holding oars. Man holds on to the edge of the boat and his wife for his dear life, shaken to the core, wishing his wife doesn't see what he has just seen. He is grateful for clouds to cover the moon back.
With all his heart, man folds his clammy hands and prays to the warrier deity of his village to protect them from whatever it was with them in the boat. In the inky blackness he hears a hooves of a horse - right in the middle of river. The sound keeps getting louder by every moment, man's heart fills with a courage and reassurance as he realises an arrival of warrior god. Confused wife, having realised something not being right, clutches husband's palms harder.
Here we reach, husband tells wife. He doesn't know what is making him do it. He only just knows that it is the time to step down from the boat. His brain knows it is impossible that they could have reached the shore just yet because the boat hasn't moved an inch for long but his heart somehow knows it's the right time.
Holding his wife and child, he almost jumps out of the boat. To his relief, his feet find dry ground as if the river has vanished. They walk fast together, not looking back until the faint flickering lights of village get closer.
