I crossed the equator the year after they decided to phase out the beatings but there was still plenty of it in closed quarters. You know you're in for it when the Shellbacks are salt-curing sections of fire hose to whip the shit out of you weeks in advance. That and crawling around on the non-skid was ultra painful. The rest of it was amazing, unforgettable, and paled in comparison to the tattered palms and knees (you're not allowed to stand up or even look up).