Ghost Frigate

Consent tour or boarded

Consent tour — pier desk stamps a short ticket. Guide rope on, yield word live, exit launch tied off. You walk silent decks, try rope holds, skip drill if the sheet says soft. Boarded story — storm, prize crew, or Hot Rack joke dumps you on the gangway mid-scene. Same ship. Same holds. Harder exit clock.

Rank talk on the frigate is costume only unless both men marked the scene sheet before the hatch closed. Orders without a stamp are just dirty noise.

Silent decks

No horn. No liberty call. Footsteps and rope creak only. Curtain racks still hang in the berth line—hot bunks gone cold, sheets stiff with salt. Sonar dark humor from Hot Rack Anchorage fits here: whisper, bite the strap, or wait for the next bulkhead light.

Rope holds line the rails and ladder wells: wrist loops, thigh cinches, cock-ring pins on the old gun mount. Soft-cock men hang pretty. Hard men get used as ballast for the next door.

Boarding drill

Optional sack-pain circuit for men who stamp mean. Prize net under the balls. Ladder climb with a noose that shortens each miss. Bulkhead kick line—standing kicks only, bare feet, partner braced on the ring. Fail a station and the ship does not kill you; it parks you on display until a teammate cuts rope or the guide clocks out.

Verbs the derelict keeps: board, rig quiet, hold fast, prize net, cut free.

Dump routes

Tour fail, drill fail, or you beg off mid-hull and the frigate still wants a sentence. Common dumps: valley Bamboo Phallus Wheel for N cock-loop turns stamped as boarding debt, or a wet drop to Castaway Strands with half a spar and a signal fire joke. No wipe. Only Heat, rope marks, and who saw you hung on the silent rail.

House rule

Eighteen and up; all men fiction. Yield and cut-free always work. Medics ride the recovery launch. The frigate is haunted theater, not a real navy brig—Hot Rack Shore Patrol will still laugh if they hook your buoy after you jump.