"Hah!" Charon's (or, rather, Harvey's) bark of a laugh bounced across the lake. They were approaching the torch-lit dock, but he didn't draw any attention to it. Instead, he looked back at the group with a hollow smile. "All right, then, Stinky. How about this?"

Without another word, the ferryman hefted the paddle up with shocking strength. Before anyone could react, he sliced through the air with the precision, water droplets flying in the paddle's wake. With one good whack! he smacked Stinky from the side, aiming to pitch him right out of the boat.