I am a surfer, or at least used to be one.
Surfboards, like ships and boats, need to be named.
At the time I acquired my first serious surfboard, a classic Bing, I had just finished reading an apparently bad translation of Homer’s Odyssey, which described Phorcys as “the god of the salt-sea waves.” So, I christened my board with that seemingly perfect name.
Major mistake. It turns out that Phorcys was “the god of the hidden dangers of the deep,” making it a horrible name for something you wish to remain afloat.
A wipeout while surfing hurricane residuals at Narragansett Beach split the board in two.
Signing up for this board, I thought of that board.