In the late 60's I was on a brand new guided missile destroyer escort making its first deployment. We went from San Diego to the Philippines, then to Japan, Vietnam, Hong Kong, Yankee Station, the usual places. They then decided to send us somewhere that would require crossing the equator. The shellbacks began telling the rest of us about the joys of initiation. Now most of the crew was 2 year reservists, including myself, without a lot of interest in naval tradition. A little bit of research revealed that only the Captain and most of the Chiefs were shellbacks; over 90% of the crew, include the Executive Officer, weren't!
So the rest of us started plotting to take over the ship. The Captain got wind of it (nothing stays secret for long on a small ship), called in the XO and chewed on him about the sanctity of naval tradition. In response, we posted a watch bill, which included round the clock guards to lock up all of the shellbacks in the helo hanger for the requisite 24 hours, after which we would return control of the ship to the Captain.
I have since wondered if it was coincidence that the gyro which provides the horizon reference for the missile systems tumbled that night, forcing a cancellation of the cross-equator trip and an emergency run back to the Philippines instead for repairs. We ended our deployment without ever crossing the equator.
Marty, never a shellback ..........