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Davy Jones was a man of the sea. The sea was his life. He was born to be with the sea, destined even. His father was a man of the sea; his father's father was a man of the sea; his father's father's father was a man of the sea; and so on. He was born in a modest little port town in Scotland. His upbringing, like the town in which he was raised, was modest. His father crewed a merchant vessel that sailed between the British Isles and the Mediterranean carrying fabrics, trinkets, and other wares. Jones' family had been working for that same merchant family since before the first Jones fell in love with the sea. Jones' mother was not an ugly woman, nor was she beautiful. She was more plain than anything. The only striking thing about her was her eyes. They were a deep cerulean blue that sparkled like the sea in the moonlight; sometimes it seemed that she could look into a person's very soul. Those eyes are what made Jones' father fall in love with her, Davy inherited those eyes. It has been said that she was a witch, others say that she was a siren come out of the sea to find her soul mate. She had no money or family to speak of. He simply brought her home one trip. Even Jones never learned of his family history on her side. When he was older, he searched for his relatives, but no one anywhere had ever heard of his mother.

When Jones was four, the plague ripped through his village, killing one third of the residents, including Jones' own mother. Jones' father was out to sea at the time, so the elderly minister and his wife took in Jones. His father was not fit to raise a child so young; he was hardly around. The minister and his wife raised Jones for four years. There Jones was little more than a servant, but he learned a great many things. Among them: the wrath of God, the terrors of Hell, a fear of death, and, most importantly, a love of organ music.

At age eight, Jones' father returned to that little town to retrieve his son and introduce him formally to the sea. Jones, like his fathers before him, could, from that point forward, imagine nothing but the sea.

A couple years later, Jones was forced to leave the small vessel his father crewed for a larger ship, owned by the same merchant, that would travel anywhere and everywhere from the British Isles to the Americas to India to where ever else there were goods to buy and trade. As a cabin boy, Jones watched and learned from every member of the crew. As he grew, he used his knowledge to advance through the ranks. His ambition was not something he got from his father's side of his family. At the age of 23 he was trusted by the captain that is was rumored that he may become first mate.

Then, the unthinkable happened. They were taking a coast-hugging route to the Caribbean in hopes of making huge profits at the costal towns of the Americas. Hours after they made their last stop in the Americas and set sail for the main Caribbean ports, a sudden storm came up. The ship was tossed to and fro. Eventually, the storm overtook the ship. Only one survived. An unconscious Davy Jones somehow managed to float on a barrel to a shack in the Bayou.