Jacob Kingsley was born shortly before the fall of society, in the midst of the fallen city of Halifax. A small enclave of people, dwelling on McNabs island in the Bedford Basin. This somewhat secured location was separated from the mainland by the basin, a basin deep enough that it only froze in the coldest of winters. For decades, this loose connection of survivors dwelled and resided on this island, scraping out a living and trying to preserve what they could. Their days were spent ferrying supplies, materials, and knowledge from the mainland back to the island, and their nights spent fortifying and surviving.
This clan called themselves the Acadians, to not forget their roots. It was here that Jacob got his education; Born shortly before the fall of society, he was educated and taught as best the survivors he was with could manage. As with just about everyone in these days and times, learning how to repair, fix, and maintain what little equipment that could be scrounged was necessary for all. Jacob took it a step further, learning what he could from some of the employees of a local power plant. In his youth and younger years, he was a sponge for the secrets of 'the mainland', the place surrounding him he could see on all sides, yet was only able to 'visit' for short and quick supply runs.
Over the years as the world slowly reworked its connections, Jacob began to get wanderfoot. And the man turned trader, always remembering his 'home' but choosing to make his way from settlement to settlement, following radio signals, old messages, and word of mouth from fellow wanderers. Over the decades he made his way around North America before finding an oceanfaring vessel operated by a Clan devoted to trade, willing to barter his way across the Big Ocean in exchange for his expertise and help in repairing parts of the vessel.
Nyheim was where they told him to go after dropping him off far from that fabled place. They couldn't get their vessel that far north, but his boots eventually found the way.