throughout my childhood my grandfather, an ex merchant marine, loved to tell us pirate stories before bed. When we would ask, “where was grandma from?” he would always say “oh the seeeaaa haaaag we found her naked swinging from from a bunch of trees on the coast of Norway.” This went through three brothers and an uncle. In fact my uncle, whom races on Lake Ontario, had once told his teacher his mother’s name was the sea hag. So when I got the boat I said to myself I am not going to name it something stupid like so many boats, and I thought Evelyn after my grandmother that sounded nice, and then it hit me. The Sea Hag. This is the most perferct name. My grandparents almost fell down laughing.