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July 10, 2048.
Fishing around on the computer, I found out why my ship is called the Erimhon.
Erimhon was the name of an ancient Celtic King.
As a young prince, he was traveling abroad with his brothers when they received the news that the king had died
Unable to agree on which of them should inherit the throne, the brothers decided upon a race. The first among them to touch the native soil of their homeland would succeed their father as king.
Land came into view and Erimhon just about lost his corn when he saw that he was gonna lose the race.
The deal was no sooner struck than the princes hopped in their boats and made for home.
They paddled to the point of exhaustion. To lighten their loads, the crews threw everything but the family dog overboard.
So you know what that squirrely son-of-a-bitch did? He gave his sword to a warrior and ordered the man to chop off his hand
Presumably, his non-throwing handBecause, with his remaining hand, Erimhon picked up the severed appendage…
…and hurled it onto shore.
So when his brothers made landfall, Erimhon’s bloody hand was already there, waiting for them
Alas...
And that’s how Erimhon became king
At first, when I read the story, I thought maybe they named the spacecraft the Erimhon as a flattery.
To suggest that I was about to become a king of some kind.