When I was a wog, crossing the equator to become a shellback, one of the things they did to us was to feed us a “healthy breakfast” so we’d be ready for the days events. The cooks concocted this meal out of powdered eggs, green food coloring and sardines. If you didn’t eat it, you got a “doggie bag”, which consisted of have a prodigious amount of the stuff shoved down back of your dungarees, then a bunch of shellbacks would gather ‘round and wail on your butt with their shillelaghs. The object being to launch this foul smelling mix as far as they could. Talk about a mess! It took us two days to clean it up, but I swore I could still smell that stuff for months in some parts of the ship.
And of course, the newly initiated shellbacks do all the cleaning while the veteran wogs watched and laughed. Ah, the memories.
I enjoyed all of the other crossings, being a shellback, of course