Right. It wasn't like Scott could feel his mouth, either. Harvey raised an eyebrow as he watched the kid stumble into the boat with Sangamon's help and was relieved that he hadn't been picked for that job. Still, even with that in mind Harvey thought touch was the better choice over hearing or vision.

The boat took off and Harvey glanced toward their ferryman as he explained what they were in for. All this got them was passage across, and it sounded like once they reached the other side they'd be on their own. The skeleton didn't seem interested in offering them any more information than that.

After the cryptic statement made about the water, though, Harvey had to look over, and what he saw was a grouping of moving corpses -- not quite like the zombies, these ones were waterlogged and graying, with blank eyes staring up at them. He pulled back sharply and kept his gaze on the other occupants in the boat instead.

"So what's your stake in this?" he asked the ferryman, trying to ignore the bizarre fact that he was chatting with a skeleton. "Borrowing one of our senses for the night doesn't really seem worth the trouble. Unless Landel's got you on a leash too?" Or this was all for the sake of atmosphere. Just like the sphinx, this ferryman seemed more like a distraction than anything else.