Making the journey from "Polliwog" to "Shellback" is a proud, ancient tradition and I have seen many discussions in the Cruising Chat Rooms of different activities used to mark the occasion.
In my search to find out what Regent may or may not have planned for our voyage in January, I came across this journal entry which is more than 100 years old!
In my search to find out what Regent may or may not have planned for our voyage in January, I came across this journal entry which is more than 100 years old!
There is always a great time when the ship crosses "the line," as they call the Equator, and all who have not before crossed it must pay tribute to Father Neptune. The ship's stewards worked hard getting ready for this; there was a great tank rigged on the after deck and filled about four feet deep with salt water. We were ordered to report at nine and most of us appeared in our pajamas. There were the Devil, in fine guise, old Father Neptune, in correct beard and costume, and a lot of other characters, among them a gorilla, admirably imitated. These English lads are certainly bright and painstaking. First there was a parade of the characters, then the bugle called us all aft to the tank, where Neptune had his throne. The women were called first, one by one, and Father Neptune received them very graciously, putting a few courteous questions to them, then turning them over to the doctor, who proceeded to take their temperatures. His thermometer was made of one of the glass boiler tubes, and was open at each end and filled with salt water. As the woman took it in her mouth it was raised and the water went where it would do the most good! One bright lady managed to stop the end of the tube with her tongue, and then to blow hard and deliver the sea water in the doctor's face. After the temperature was thus taken each was given a tonic from a huge bottle,' then the faces were lathered with a huge brush and carefully shaved with a wooden razor about two feet long, and then the victims were discharged.
We men went through a similar proceeding, only we were told to be seated on the edge of the tank, and after we were shaved we were suddenly capsized backward into the tank, a pleasant enough finish for one who could swim. Unluckily some one went in on top of me, so that I was down at the bottom of the tank quite a long time, but I did not swallow any water, and came out all right. Some of the men resisted and one was so fearfully strong that it took all of the stewards to put him in ; when they did get him over they all piled in on top of him, then some one turned a hose with a two-inch stream of water on the struggling, screaming mob, and, afterward turned it on a dense mass of Italian third-class passengers who were watching the play. I do not suppose that the water hurt them any. After-ward we were given certificates that we had been presented at the court of King Neptune.
Of course, having been distracted by this gentleman's experience, I never got around to finding out if anything might be planned for my voyage. I am fairly certain that if the Mariner holds some sort of ceremony, it will be slightly less involved than this -- but I truly hope that something is done to commemorate the event for those of us who will finally have reached "shellback" status. Either way, dear readers, you will be the first to hear all about it!
Of course, having been distracted by this gentleman's experience, I never got around to finding out if anything might be planned for my voyage. I am fairly certain that if the Mariner holds some sort of ceremony, it will be slightly less involved than this -- but I truly hope that something is done to commemorate the event for those of us who will finally have reached "shellback" status. Either way, dear readers, you will be the first to hear all about it!
