Charity looked up at her uncle, concerned that she'd said something wrong—or worse, something embarrassing. Was she being silly? Or could he, a man who did boats for a living, possibly not understand the risk? From what she'd gathered, neither of her uncles had very much experience with small girls, so it was entirely possible that he had never even heard of the risks!
"Well," she started, taking a moment to pause and gather her thoughts so she might make some sense, "In my storybooks, the man sailing always has to hold onto the ropes to make sure he isn't blown away, and even then he seems to be struggling. Look at me," she said, putting her hand to her head as if measuring her height. "I will certainly be blown away in the air. I'm not a very good swimmer, either," she confessed.
"Well," she started, taking a moment to pause and gather her thoughts so she might make some sense, "In my storybooks, the man sailing always has to hold onto the ropes to make sure he isn't blown away, and even then he seems to be struggling. Look at me," she said, putting her hand to her head as if measuring her height. "I will certainly be blown away in the air. I'm not a very good swimmer, either," she confessed.
