"You were shipwrecked?" Ella understood what he meant, since travel by ship was often the only way for trade to happen with some countries. Her father never took ships, only horse and carriage, but she only knew what she'd read about in her books. "It is a lovely hobby, though. I agree." That he didn't sleep much didn't register to her because she often didn't sleep much either. There was far too much to be done on the island, after all.
"A cobbler it is. If you are handy with a knife, I could use your help in peeling the apples. We can collect them all here," she said, pulling a bowl from one of the cabinets. "They can be used, so that none of our gifts go to waste." Ella never threw anything out if she could help it. Everything served a purpose.