One moment Dama is where she expects to be, and the next moment she is where she least expects to be - an unheard-of street under an astronomically bizarre sky, showing close, green-blue moons and two orange suns, one much closer than the other, glowing through the clouds. It is raining hard; people are bustling past her under various contrivances to keep the rain off. Nobody looks twice at her.
A lot of crew plan to settle down and get married and practice backup trades; this is how they lose more of their crew and why they have to restock with people like Dama! Other leading causes of crew shrinkage include PIRATES. Here are some pirates! Their sail is much smaller and can change directions much better than the Penguin, Dama's ship. Dama gets woken up in the middle of her sleep cycle to go help fight the pirates.
Stupid inconsiderate pirates.
She takes a moment to shake herself awake and then goes to help.
The pirates have personal-sized sails, that they can use to fly from their sail to the Penguin, and they're doing that. As the landing party of ten approaches, an additional person appears on deck, surprising the person he appears behind; he starts out naked, but quickly grabs the sword of the crewmember he startles, kills her with it, and joins the fight on the pirates' side.
Great! Time for him to die.
She may have just woken up, but she's fighting harder than she's ever fought before.
Hey, she's using that. What if this surprise pirate becomes a surprise corpse, how about that.
Surprise pirate's life lasts less than fifteen seconds, that's how about that.
The battle is chaotic but ultimately the last pirate aboard is killed. Somebody shoots at the pirates' vessel with a ballista, but fails to puncture the fabric of the sail. Some other people go with handheld sails to rescue sailors thrown overboard, floating in the absence of the ship's gravity.
...Is she needed for anything else or can she go back to getting that frankly increasingly inconvenient amount of sleep that she needs.