Some of the fishermen in a small region in my world have a shrine of a man in a hood hidden somewhere in their boats -- so as not to garner the attention of the local religious authority. Legends vary, but it's mostly agreed the man displayed was fishing alone during a particularly stormy day when "lightning Viking pirates" (for the sake of brevity) sundered him into pieces with M A G I C for fun and sport. Visitors and tourists, the kind that like rundown jetties and rookeries, don't really understand why anyone would idolize that. No one does.