You feel the teeth sink into your abdomen from both sides, lifting you out of the boat and throwing you into the air for a split second before snapping shut on you again, crushing your ribcage. Again and again, the wicked serrated teeth slice into you, severing muscles and arteries, snapping bones like so much brittle kindling.
Deep in shock, this information seems to come to you second-hand, as though you were watching this happen to someone else. Even being pulled into the beast's gullet illicits only mild curiosity in your failing brain cells. Your ability to feel pain has long since gone.

When you drop into the gizzard, you land on top of some shredded bits you're fairly sure aren't yours. So, this is where the ferryman got off to. But at least this way, you have some company while the gizzard's contractions reduce you to an easily digestable paste.