The raft remains floating as your arms burn from exertion, all hands on "deck" attempting to keep a steady tempo in order to reach the shattered hulk ahead. Wind-smoothed rocks the size of your body jut out of the otherwise still calm waters, further straining your efforts as you desperately work the oars so as not to be dashed upon them.

You see a great deal of debris on the shallow seabed below as well, from metal long corroded into the shape of "reefs" to the occasional box-shaped container or fishing net left in the sand. It would be peaceful, if not for the rumble of thunder & intensifying rain beginning to pool atop your poor excuse for a vessel.

As desperation sets in, where does Lucy's mind turn to?
>She offers up a silent prayer to God All-Mighty to see her & her companions to safety (her family within the Vault were quite religious, as many folk are along the Broken Shore)
>In her mind's eye, she visualizes Poseidon or Neptune speeding the raft along to their destination (while her Brotherhood embraced a new pantheon before the war dedicated more to Men than Gods, her Sisterhood venerates Divinity over Heroism)
>Reassurances are spoken to her fellows, encouragement that could mean the difference between giving up & having the hope needed to tread water if need be (a kind-hearted nature & knack for leadership are at the heart of Lucy's Charisma, rather than any mere physical appearances)
>One look at their flagging rowing as her own limbs scream with pained efforts leads her into a frustrated tirade, "Put your backs into the oar! We aren't dying today because you're too tired & weak to get there!" (your Noteworthy reputation precedes you, & this moment is no exception to the rule; loved or hated, either way you are well-known)