Boat owners have elaborate rituals steeped in superstition about boats. You don’t give questionable names to boats, and don’t start voyages on a Friday, particularly Good Friday. If you’ve ever been at sea in 45kts and 15 foot seas, you know why. “What cares these roarers for the name of a King?” (Tmp. 1.1).
Consider Mark Wilkinson of England. He chose perhaps the stupidest possible name for a boat, and took it out on an ill fated maiden voyage, 99 years after another maiden voyage, when a “large hole opened up in the vessel’s fiberglass hull on his way back to the harbour.”