"Mm-hm." She runs off to find the captain.

And he makes his way to the aft deck, leaps into the air —

— and is a dragon again. 

He banks around to resume gliding and wait for Rebecca and the captain. 

The captain gives the all clear while Rebecca giggles softly to herself.

He can't resist showing off a little. He does some aerial acrobatics a safe distance from the ship. (He may be cheating somewhat by redirecting the wind around him. Silver dragons are unusually agile, for giant flying lizards, but not that agile.) 

As long as it doesn't foul the sails he will not receive any complaints. Rebecca takes off too, does a bit of a spiral around the ship low to the water, gets ahead of it a bit, and then, apparently satisfied with the results, sees how chaotic the air near the dragon is.

Chaotic? Him? Perish the thought. The air is perfectly well-behaved by the time she arrives. 

"Flying dragon. I see your own wings are as functional as they are beautiful!" 

"They'd be pretty silly if they didn't work, they get in the way something awful when I'm on my feet!"

"They suit you well. An excellent choice of appendage. I mistook you for a celestial when I first saw them." 

"I like them too! And they're very warm at night."

"How very convenient! A little too convenient, perhaps. I would not impugn your honor, but I feel the strangest desire to test this alleged feature." 

"Well, you'd scarcely feel it right now, would you, I've got only about twice as much wingspan as armspan."

"Tragically, I can only adopt an appropriately wing-warmable form for about forty minutes a day. How foolish of me to expend it all on maps, and leave none for appreciating this most excellent feature of yours." 

"Per day, that's funny!"

"Your own magic doesn't come with recharge times at all, even for large workings? It's a very common limitation in mine."

"Not really! I can make ice faster if I'm prettier, but I can do it all day. Till I have to sleep."

"Hmmm. Convenient. Less flexible, but far more reliable. I wonder if that difference is somehow related to your lack of a large, diverse pantheon? It's been speculated that our magic is a compromise of sorts among the gods." 

"Iiii have no idea how the paganism is working out for you that way, I'm a Christian."

"'Paganism' isn't quite translating clearly...worship of different gods, referring to the pantheon? I'm not a follower of any in particular. Christian is...a follower of the God you mentioned?" With tongues, he's able to notice the distinction of the capital letter, but he's not quite sure how to parse it. 

"Right. Named after Jesus Christ. Pagans are people who worship, like, gods of things? Who aren't angels or saints or anything and don't work for God so they're bad news."

"Jesus Christ being another name of this God, or a cleric of same?" That's how some religions are named, anyway. It would make sense; it seems rather awkward to be a god named God, that would be like naming himself Dragon. 

"His only begotten son."

...it's not unheard of for gods to incarnate and have children, who may or may not end up gods or demigods themselves. "Is there perhaps a holy book Christians use for guidance?" It can't possibly be as headache-inducing as Rasanelle's Holy Doodle. 

"Sure, I'm sure there's at least a few Bibles on the ship."