Antonietta Capotondi

The Pacific Ocean is a vast pot of water that someone occasionally stirs, now at one edge, now at another. When warm water piles up off the coast of South America, fishermen call it El Niño, "the child," because it often arrives around Christmas.

Water remembers. Every current, every eddy, every degree of temperature in the ocean's depths does not vanish without a trace; it leaves a mark that can be read. But until recently, that mark was read only by bulky physical models that spent weeks on supercomputers and still got the details wrong.

An experienced navigator steers the ship by a well-tested chart, but in unfamiliar waters the chart lies. A cabin boy who has watched the navigator err for years learns to anticipate where the chart will fail. Together they plot a course more accurately than either could alone.

The ocean hums like a crowded hall: in one corner, voices argue about decades; in another, about years; in a third, about the changing seasons. To pick apart these voices, climatologists used to rely on filters they tuned themselves, letting through only slow waves or only fast ones. But the Pacific plays by its own rules: a warm patch off the coast of Peru can be a brief spike or part of a long-term rearrangement.