That makes seven gone to Davy Jones's locker, I heard a despondent voice say.

We didn't reach Davy Jones's locker that time, did we?

If we keep on another thirty seconds we are in for a visit to Davy Jones's Locker.

"They are gone to Davy Jones's locker now," replied Perth, shaking his head.

Measuring the bite of a predator like a great white shark might sound like a guaranteed trip to Davy Jones's Locker.

"We'll all be in Davy Jones's locker if you don't!"

At that rate she would have the ship at the bottom of Davy Jones's locker before we could sail half down the channel.

"It's not half so awful as if we were drowned and in Davy Jones's locker," remarked the captain.

"Well, I'm not superstitious, but a honeymoon spent trying to break into Davy Jones's locker for sunken treasure- Iguessthat's a good story, isn't it?"