Hell Yes You Board The Longship!

You scramble up and over the side and onto the deck of the ship, which looks for all the world like it is right out of some Hollywood medieval fantasy epic, and the captain says 'Ferry Fee Please.' Whereupon you reach into your pockets and hand him two of the smallish pieces of ivory your lover and soon enough daughter* gave you, and he says: "Very Good, take a seat at an oar while we wait for the others to board."
*(You're not quite sure how you feel about that, especially if she might REMEMBER having had sex with you after being re-born...)

"Others, what others?" You ask but then look out from the boat and see a veritable HOST of dead men and women, and the crew of Angels climbs off to collect the fees and the ship fills up with a host of the dead of every possible description manning the oars. There are many still at the shore when the captain climbs back aboard and a few angels fill empty seats on the benches, but you cry "Wait!"

Rising from your bench you hand him your other two tushes and say, "Whoever's been waiting the longest of all out of anyone on this side of the river, this is for their fare!" And the captain frowns, but fly's off along the shore coming back with a wizened old woman, her fine scaled face marred by the lines of what must have been a lifetime of grief, pain, bitterness, and spite, and cursing him up down and sideways in a language you don't speak but her tone alone makes the content clear. She looks familiar to you though she is not human, but you cant place it, till the memory floats into your consciousness from the Akashak Records, and you start in shock. This is Ma'i: The First ****. Not the first **** on Earth, or of your new world, no, THE First ****, ever, in all the multiverse! She is barely humanoid, more in common with fish and lizards than 'people' as you understand them, and you can tell she is NOT happy about being on this ship. She tries to jump off and run away but the captain flares out two more massive sets of wings, growing to a stature of 50 feet or more, and holds her onto the bench, though he does not make her row. The ship sets out and you all pull for the other shore with a will of iron, save Ma'i alone, and some 20 minutes later you make it. There most of the others are huddled off into the shimmering halls of judgement, Ma'i carried by three seraphs as she tries to bite and claw them, clearly terrified, and even their strength is not enough to fully restrain her.

The captain, normal sized again, puts a hand on your shoulder as you look after "Ma'i"'s retreating form. "What you and I have just done will have consequences for AEons to come." The captain intones, looking at you, his absolutely perfect face an unreadable mask, and he gestures you off the ship.