I can see the galley of the brigantine turning into a laboratory, the sea breeze carrying the aroma of salted onions while a ledger of mole ratios is scrawled on a tattered parchment. Even a mutineer’s chaos can be measured if you keep your ingredients balanced, like a well‑armed crew that knows every cut and every proportion. So, if you want a dish that sings like a compass needle, start with the exact ratios—just make sure the cannons are fired only at the salt shaker and not at the simmering pot.