Nope, not the one he heard. The ferry still played the parody one. It was just a prettier version. Soldat, being very fond of music in general, definitely noticed the difference-- but then, they didn't even notice the music on the first two ferries, too stressed out both times, so they're not going to judge.

They shrug, pause the music, and slip the tablet back into a pocket under their coat. "The coffee cart is there." They point ahead of them, down the dock and on the floating platform extensions the Night Market always set up. "Almost there, promise."