P.D Kirkpatrick 1965 Journal Baker Island mid-Pacific Feb. Chief Bo'sun Jim Ingold was watching 5 our raft spill from the ship. He said (cont) the raft shot straight up out of the water until it cleared the wave, then flipped backwards throwing men and gear in all directions. Equator Pacific Noon. All of us Pollywogs stripped to our skivvies while the Shellbacks set up our initiation. They took us one at a time - ships officers, then me, then enlisted men. We went forward on the port side from amidships on our hands and knees on the slick deck which had salt water and garbage on it. Shellbacks drove us on with 2 1/2' sections of canvas hose. We crawled around the f'c'sle then aft on the starboard side. One Shellback smeared me with Limburger cheese-like stuff and another hosed me down with sea water. King Neptune court was set up on the fantail. The King was a big burly 1st class Bo'sun (a Samoan sailor had already butchered up my hair with clippers at the start of my trek on hands and knees). A Polly- way sailor was strapped at the King's