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| current | 11:25, 3 January 2017 | | 1,875 × 2,481 (242 KB) | 127.0.0.1 (talk) | Illustration of Davy Jones sitting on his locker, wearing a pirate captains uniform, while viewing a 1789 chart of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferrol,_Galicia" class="extiw" title="en:Ferrol, Galicia">Ferrol Harbor</a>, Spain, belonging to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HMS_Howe_(1885)" class="extiw" title="en:HMS Howe (1885)">HMS <i>Howe</i></a>. The ship had run aground at the mouth of the harbor on 2 November 1892, allegedly after using a poorly prepared naval chart to navigate its waters. A <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Navy" class="extiw" title="en:Royal Navy">Royal Navy</a> court-martial opened an inquiry into the conduct of Vice Admiral <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Fairfax_(Royal_Navy_officer)" class="extiw" title="en:Henry Fairfax (Royal Navy officer)">Henry Fairfax</a>, who was charged with negligence for ordering a hazardous course when the ship entered harbor. On 7 January 1893 the court found that the charge against Fairfax was not proven. <p>"<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Davy_Jones%27_Locker" class="extiw" title="en:Davy Jones' Locker">Davy Jones' Locker</a>" is an idiom for the bottom of the sea: the state of death among drowned sailors. It is used as a euphemism for death at sea (to be "sent to Davy Jones's Locker"), whereas the name Davy Jones is a nickname for what would be the devil, saint, or god of the seas. The origins of the name are unclear and many theories have been put forth, including incompetent sailors, a pub owner who kidnapped sailors, or that Davy Jones is another name for the devil—as in "Devil Jonah". This nautical superstition was popularized in the 19th century. </p> <p>The <b>imprint</b>: </p> <center> <p>CHART<br><span style="font-variant: small-caps">of</span><br> FERROL HARB<sup>R</sup><br> 1789<br> HMS <i>HOWE</i> </p> </center> <p>The <b>title</b> and <b>caption</b> (not shown): </p> <center> <p><big><b>"DAVY JONES'S LOCKER."</b></big><br><br><span style="font-variant: small-caps">Davy Jones.</span> "AHA! SO LONG AS THEY STICK TO THEM OLD CHARTS, NO FEAR O' MY LOCKER BEIN' EMPTY!!" </p> </center> <p>The accompanying <b>text feature</b> (not shown): </p> <center> <p><big><b>"DAVY JONES'S LOCKER."</b></big><br><br><span style="font-variant: small-caps">Davy Jones</span>, <i>loquitur:</i>— </p> </center> <blockquote> <p><i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dead_Man%27s_Chest" class="extiw" title="en:Dead Man's Chest">"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest. Hey! ho! and a bottle of rum!"</a></i><br> Faith, that's a chorus I can rattle off with zest. Gratefully it clatters upon <span style="font-variant: small-caps">Davy's</span> tym-pa-num,<br> Like a devil's tattoo from Death's drum! <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fee-fi-fo-fum" class="extiw" title="en:Fee-fi-fo-fum">Fi! Fo! Fum!</a> These be very parlous times for old legends of the sea.<br><span style="font-variant: small-caps"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flying_Dutchman" class="extiw" title="en:Flying Dutchman">Vanderdecken</a></span> is taboo'd, the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sea_serpent" class="extiw" title="en:Sea serpent">Sea Sarpint</a> is pooh-pooh'd, but 'tis plain as any pikestaff they can't disestablish Me!<br><span style="font-variant: small-caps"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neptune_(mythology)" class="extiw" title="en:Neptune (mythology)">Daddy Neptune</a></span> may delight in the Island trim and tight, where his sea-dogs breed and fight, as in days of yore,<br> When old <span style="font-variant: small-caps"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Dibdin" class="extiw" title="en:Charles Dibdin">Charlie Dibdin</a>'s</span> fancy piped free songs of <span style="font-variant: small-caps">Jack</span> and <span style="font-variant: small-caps">Nancy</span>, of Jolly Salts at sea, and Old Tarry-Breeks ashore;<br> But if Britons rule the waves, as the grog-fired sailor raves, when he dreams of glorious graves in the deep dark main,<br><span style="font-variant: small-caps">Daddy Neptune</span> must allow <span style="font-variant: small-caps">Davy</span> shares his empire now, or the <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HMS_Sultan_(1870)" class="extiw" title="en:HMS Sultan (1870)">Sultan</a></i> and the <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HMS_Howe_(1885)" class="extiw" title="en:HMS Howe (1885)">Howe</a></i> have gone down in vain. </p> </blockquote> <blockquote> <p><span style="font-variant: small-caps">Daddy Neptune</span> loves me not. Plumped by storm or by shot, my Locker held a lot in the days gone by,<br> But 'tis daily growing fuller. Is the British <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Tar" class="extiw" title="en:Jack Tar">Tar</a> off colour, are the sea-dogs slower, duller, though as game to die?<br> Has Science spoilt their skill, that their iron pots so fill my old Locker? How I thrill at the lumbering crash,<br> When a-crunch upon a rock, with a thundering Titan shock, goes some shapeless metal block, to immortal smash? </p> </blockquote> <blockquote> <p>Oh! it's real, rasping fun! Mighty hull, monster gun, all are mine ere all's done; and the millions madly spent<br> On a lollopping wolloping kettle, with ten thousand tons of metal sink as the Titans settle, turtle-turned, or wrenched and rent,<br> To my rocks and my ooze. I seem little like to lose by the "Progress" some abuse, and the many crack up.<br> Ah! <span style="font-variant: small-caps">Neptune</span>, sour old lad, <span style="font-variant: small-caps">Davy Jones</span> may well look glad at the modern Iron-clad, and thank <span style="font-variant: small-caps"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armstrong_Whitworth" class="extiw" title="en:Armstrong Whitworth">Armstrong</a></span> and <span style="font-variant: small-caps"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friedrich_Krupp_Germaniawerft" class="extiw" title="en:Friedrich Krupp Germaniawerft">Krupp</a></span>! </p> </blockquote> <blockquote> <p>Science and Salvage? Fudge! If <i>I</i> am any judge, my sea-depths and salt sludge will not lose by <i>them</i>.<br><span style="font-variant: small-caps">Nep</span> calls me callous mocker, but, according to <i>my</i> Cocker, I may laugh, with a full Locker, whilst the fools condemn.<br> Think of daring the blue brine with a chart of the Eighty-Nine, and "a regular goldmine" in one huge black hulk!<br> Whilst the lubbers stick to that, I shall flourish and grow fat like a shark or ocean-rat, though old <span style="font-variant: small-caps">Nep</span> may sulk. </p> </blockquote> <blockquote> <p>Demon-Sexton of the Deep! Ha! ha! Ho! ho! I keep my old office. Wives may weep, and the taxpayers moan;<br> Let the grumblers make appeal to King Science! Lords of Steel, Iron Chieftains, do ye feel when your victims groan?<br><span style="font-variant: small-caps">Davy Jones</span> is well content with that tribute ye have sent, with the millions ye have spent just to glut his gorge;<br> He had seldom such a fill in the days of wood—and skill—constant sea-fights, or the spill of the <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HMS_Royal_George_(1756)" class="extiw" title="en:HMS Royal George (1756)">Royal George</a></i>. </p> </blockquote> <blockquote> <p>Good old false last-century Chart! Though the conning may be smart, and the steersman play his part, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palinurus" class="extiw" title="en:Palinurus">Palinurus</a>-like,<br> Whilst they trust to your vain vellum, which is almost sure to sell 'em, even <span style="font-variant: small-caps">Davy Jones</span> can tell 'em, they may sink or strike.<br> Hooray, King Death, hooray! Who says we've had our day! Pass the rum and let's be gay. Not that "dead man's chest,"<br><span style="font-variant: small-caps"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Louis_Stevenson" class="extiw" title="en:Robert Louis Stevenson">Robert Louis</a></span> grimly sings, like my "Locker Chorus" rings—mingling weirdly wedded things—grisly doom and jest! </p> </blockquote> |
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