"If someone falls in, figure these are better than nothing for getting to 'em. The tanks have a universal hook-up that can be added to most FEP suits, instead of the usual mask, so if you're rescuing someone in sealed armor, you can plug a tank in to give 'em extra time. While you guys are gone, I'm gonna rouse the fishermen, see if I can get a flotilla put together. Might take til dawn, but if you're right that the abductees are out there, we'll need to bring 'em back somehow. There's one more thing--I get the impression you got the abbreviated version of that hulk's history. Fact is, it's been around for over a decade, just floating out there. I was just a little girl when it happened. Most of the fishermen avoid being right on the Ley Lines, especially at night, but old Captain Carter found that some of the fish would school near the Nexus. He could haul in a full hold in a single night, just by dropping his nets and bringing them up again. Furthermore, Carter--he was a Psi-stalker, you see--said the fish that schooled there had been imbued with just enough energy that they could sustain him without having to, ah, hunt, if you get my meaning."
As she talks, she helps get the rafts set up--put one on the dock, pop the seal on the attached canister, let it inflate to full size, assemble the four paddles, drop all the other gear in, set the raft in the water, help that crew step in, and repeat. The rafts bob low for a moment when their respective 'plus-sized' occupants get in, but none of them look in danger of dipping below the surface to let water in, especially on the calm waters of the lake.
"Well, one night, one of Carter's crew came swimming ashore, bleeding and bruised. He said the crew went nuts, the Captain worst of all, and they started killing each other. Ramone, the crewman, escaped only by jumping overboard. He was only twenty-five, but his hair had gone shock-white. By the time the sheriff (two before me) got out there with a posse, everyone was dead--except Carter, who was nowhere to be found. They got the bodies off and came back to shore. A few weeks later, a salvage crew went out there, stripped out most of the machinery that hadn't been destroyed in the brawl. They made a fair penny, but the rumor has it that within a month, every one of the salvagers was dead or crazy. Since then, no one goes near that hulk, or the Nexus."
She looks out across the dark waters to the boat, small at this distance. "I guess what I'm saying is, once you've rescued everyone from there and dealt with whoever's behind this, I'd take it as a personal favor if you could blast that boat to Hell where it belongs." Almost as an afterthought, she asks for SnackHappy's personal communicator, and transfers a file to it. "Basic layout of the boat's interior, from the salvager's report to my twice-predecessor. Not much, but at least you know the lay of the land. There's a hatch down to the big hold in the forecastle, and then stairs at the stern that go down to the lower storage areas. Good luck."