As the shape grew closer, the humming turned into distinct lyrics.

Glo'ster girls they have no combs,
Heave away, heave away!
They comb their hair with codfish boooones...

And, sure enough, after a few moments, the shape of the ferryman came into view. He emerged from the mist and languidly paddled toward the dock. "Oh, hey, yer not dead, heheh!" he said in way of greeting. "Hope I didn't keep you waitin' too long. Well, mostly Cutie there! I really don't care as much about you blondies there, sorry."