None of the plates match, and so it's always a bit of a game for Daniel to eat his way down through the meal (normally something stewlike with expensive spices) until he can see the pattern on the plate. It is kind of an idiotic game for a Fellow of the Royal Society to indulge in, but he doesn't introspect about it until one evening when he's staring into his plate, watching the gravy slosh with the ship's heaving (a microcosm of the Atlantic?), and all of a sudden it's –