Rae nods appreciatively.  "Spices, aye. Ye get it."

"Be they...dinosaurs?"

"Aye," Rae says easily, though she's still admiring the feathers on the captain.  "As far as me serving on yer crew, I be intent to stay until Krynn.  By then me returning t' school or staying aboard may be a moot point, savvy?"

"Thank ye," Rae smiles.  "What be me duties on this voyage?"

Rae assists with the loading, greeting each new crew member (whether they were new or veteran, they were all new to her) and learning their names.  She found herself swabbing decks alot, but that's what rookies do, she convinced herself. When she needed to serve as lookout, she would fly up to the Crow's nest and watch the skies. All of them. In every direction...it was amazing.  Then Cap'n Macaw told her she could fly outside the ship's perameters.  At Spelljamming speeds she shouldn't leave the air bubble, or she'd be lost, but other than that... It was especially fun when the captain loosened up a bit and flew with her so she'd have a better idea of how far the ship's bubble extended. What a thrill to fly through the gravity plane!  From then on, whenever she served as lookout, she flew around the ship so she'd have a good view in all directions.  It was scary, it was exciting... No ground, no horizon, just empty open space, with only the ship as haven. It was kind of perfect.

Some of the sailors called her the greenest veteran, because she had a lot of knowledge about sailing ships...but then didn't know the simplest things about Spelljamming ships.  Others who had even more experience called her a dirtkicker.  She wasn't the first experienced sailor who only sailed on seas on a planet they had served with.  "Greenest veteran" made her giggle. "Dirtkicker" made her bristle, cause she could tell it was the space sailor version of landlubber, and she hated that it was true. But she put her back into every task she was asked, never complained, and tried to win their approval. And tried to befriend everyone who would let her.