"I should like to see him try it; I'd give him such a pair of black eyes that he wouldn't dare to show his face in the admiral's cabin again for a long while, let alone down in the orlop there, where he lives, and hereabouts on the upper decks where he sneaks so much. Damn the devil, Flask; so you suppose I'm afraid of the devil? Who's afraid of him, except the old governor who daresn't catch him and put him in double-darbies, as he deserves, but lets him go about kidnapping people; aye, and signed a bond with him, that all the people the devil kidnapped, he'd roast for him? There's a governor!"

Zealous bookworms are well acquainted with many of the plentiful and fantastic maritime fables. From those about Captain Ahab in Moby Dick, and Santiago in The Old Man and the Sea to the modern Patrick O'Brien sea adventures. The best booklovers know that one of the central characters in each of these books is the ship itself--her design, rigging, deck, mast, bulwark, spars, and rudders. Whether the ship is a whaling boat or a skiff slipping through the Gulf Stream or a fearless American vessel rounding the Horn or marooned in the horse latitudes, that craft is an essential part of the narrative. Yet there is an additional personality in these sea stories, hardly ever given a voice to-- but forever, and for all time at hand: Davy Jones. Davy and his locker are regular escorts of all those who sail the bounding main leaving in his wake a graveyard of sailors and ships that sleep for eternity in the beds of the earth's vast oceans.

No one’s really sure who Davy Jones was but through tall tales and sea shanties the name has become personified as the bottom of the sea and his locker is an emblem for the grave of all those who perished at sea. First recorded in 1726, Davy Jones eventually became known as the spirit of the sea. In 1751 his name was mentioned in Chapter 15 of Tobias George Smollett’s The Adventures of Peregrin Pickle described as an portentous and terrorizing fiend who "presides over all the evil spirits of the deep, and is often seen in various shapes, perching among the rigging on the eve of hurricanes, shipwrecks and other disasters." By 1803 sailors were referring to Davy Jones's locker as nautical slang the “bottom of the sea."

Like most timeless sea sagas, theories abound as to the beginnings of the phrase. Some say he was a sailor or pirate who died at sea, while others declare that Davy Jones was the name of the barkeep in the ballad 'Jones Ale Is Newe,' and his frightful locker may have been where he stocked his ale. This sixteenth-century pub owner in London was said to run a tavern where unsuspecting sailors were drugged and put in lockers, only to awaken on a ship at sea and discover they had been forced into the Navy by a press gang. A press gang is unit of men under the command of an officer authorized to force men into military service. Another expert fathoms further:

    “Since at least 1750 ‘gone to Davy Jones’s locker’ has been used by sailors to indicate death…Smollett wrote: ‘I’ll be damned if it was not Davy Jones himself. I know him by his saucer eyes, his three rows of teeth and tail, and the blue smoke that came out of his nostrils.’ This same Davy Jones, according to mythology of sailors is the fiend that presides over … disasters to which seafaring life is exposed, warning the devoted wretch of death and woe."
Several experts say that Davy may be a deviation of the West Indian/African word duppy, meaning spirit or ghost and propose that the telltale D and V suggest devil. Others put forward that the Jones is from Jonah. Jonah is both sailor slang for bad luck and a biblical allusion. In the latter half of the Old Testament, Jonah is a narrative telling about an Israelite prophet who resisted a divine call to preach repentance to the people of Nineveh, was swallowed and vomited by a great fish, and eventually carried out his mission. When Jonah tries to escape aboard a ship. The ship encounters troubles at sea and the crew casts lots to discover who is the source. When Jonah is revealed he confesses his disobedience to God and the crew tosses him overboard. While the story places the emphasis on God’s mercy by sparing Jonah's life, from the point of view of the ship's crew he is also one believed to bring bad luck.

Salty Dog Talk: The Nautical Origins of Everyday Expressions by Bill Beavis and Richard G. McCloskey (1983), state that Davy Jones Locker is “the final resting place for ships that sink, articles lost overboard and sailors who drown. Thus it became the sailor’s phrase for death.” Another conceivable account offers that while Jonah may have been the source for Jones, Davy could have come from the patron saint of Wales St. David who is frequently appealed to by Welsh sailors:

    Jonah was indeed considered bad luck to sailors aboard the vessel on which he was attempting to flee God’s wrath and the phrase was first recorded in Captain Francis Grose’sClassical Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue’ (1785) as ‘David Jones’ Locker, which lends still more support to the Welsh patron saint theory. The locker in the phrase probably refers to an ordinary seaman’s chest, not the old pub owner’s mysterious locker.”
    Encyclopedia of Word and Phrase Origins by Robert Hendrickson (Facts on File, New York, 1997).
The expression has been part of sailor slang for over two centuries and today Davy Jones is seen as the embodiment of the devil who rules over the evil spirits of the sea. From whales of tales about men and the sea to bedeviled barkeeps and saints of Wales, one thing is certain Davy Jones and his locker is chock full of colorful history and superstition. And somewhere between the devil and the deep blue sea lies the truth of the origins of Davy and his dreaded locker wherever dead men tell no tales.

Sources:

The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language: Fourth Edition. 2000.:
www.bartleby.com/61/28/D0042800.html

Davy Jones' locker. Dictionary of Eponyms, Manser. Retrieved 03 July 2003, from xreferplus. http://www.xreferplus.com/entry/735085

Online Etymology Dictionary:
www.geocities.com/etymonline/d1etym.htm

The Phrase Finder:
phrases.shu.ac.uk/bulletin_board/14/messages/56.html

Public domain text taken from 73. Stubb and Flask Kill a Right Whale; and Then Have a Talk Over:
www.freebooks.biz/Classics/Melville/Moby/MobyC73P2.htm

Terms:
www.geocities.com/hornblwrcast/terms.html

Wordorigins.org: Letter D:
www.wordorigins.org/wordord.htm

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The US Navy ceremony for crossing the equator, or what it was like back in the day before political corectness overwhelmed the Navy, started out with Davy Jone's Locker.

When it was time for all of us lowly wogs (never been across the equator) to begin their journey to shellback status (been through the ceremony and across the equator), we were all herded up towards the bow of the ship (that's the pointy end) at one o'clock in the morning. We were all lined up on our hands and knees, and we were instructed to pay tribute to the man himself, Davy Jones.

We were to shout out, "Hail, Davy Jones!"

Meanwhile, as we were yelling and shouting greetings to ole' Davy, the shellbacks were busy hosing us down with saltwater firehoses.

Oh, did I mention we were all in our underwear?

Salt water tends to get nasty and cold, especially at one in the morning. As they were hosing us, they progressed to putting eggs down our shorts and smacking us with cut lengths of firehoses. Honestly, sounds much worse than it actually was. At least the eggs rinsed out... the cocoa powder tended to stick to your butt crack and chafe.

There were some shellbacks who went through and talked to people they knew, telling them that they had no cajones if they didn't jump up and yell out, "Fuck Davy Jones!" Those that did got special treatment all through the rest of the ceremony, which ran until about six on the evening.

Nobody asked me to dis Davy Jones, I was prepared to jump up and yell, "Fuck Davy Jones, and the rest of the Monkees for that matter!"

I'm sure I would've had to run through the ceremony twice if I had.

The new ceremony lasts a couple of hours, and is a sham of a tradition.

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