Rowyn (rowyn) wrote,
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Wednesday, April 19. Afternoon

The line for the Pirates of the Caribbean ride was substantial. One of the disadvantages of Orlando theme parks over other theme parks is that they attract so many vacationing tourists that even during the middle of a weekday, the lines are still bad. Had I been there with just a couple of other people, I'd've pushed for us to use their "Fastpass" system. But given that we were a group of eight, including two small children, I rather figured getting us to do anything as complex as signing up for a ride, leaving to probably sign up for more rides, and then getting back in time for the first, was doomed to failure.

So we got in line. My niece and I sang "Yo-ho-ho, Yo-ho-ho, it's a pirate's life for me!" Many times.

"I know there are more verses to it than that," I said, "But I've never been able to understand the rest."

My brother said, "The song goes 'Yo-ho-ho, it's a pirate's life for me'. That's all there is to it. There is no more song."

A few minutes later, a speaker from one of the exhibits along the line sang another part of the song. "See! I told you there was more to it! Could anyone tell what else it was singing?"

No one could.

So my oldest niece and I sang the one refrain we knew several more times. And skipped. My oldest nephew pretended not to be related to us.

I remarked to my brother that I didn't remember this ride being that good, but that I was interested in it because of the movie.

"Right now," he said, "I wish they hadn't made that movie."

"What? Why not? It was a great movie."

"Because the movie is the only reason everyone else is here in line with us."

At one point in the line, we came to some barred windows that overlooked another exhibit: some kind of jail cell, with mannequins at the bottom, doing ... something. I don't know what, because I wasn't tall enough to get a good enough angle to make it out. I tried jumping up and bracing myself against the bars to see, but no luck. I did boost up the two youngest children, so they got to see. Us short people have to stick together.

Near the end of the line, we passed a row of cannons that overlooked the start of the ride. I suggested that we fire the cannons on the people ahead of us in line, so that we could pass their corpses and get to the line faster.

My relatives were good company to be waiting in line with; it was the most fun I can remember having while waiting in line. Certainly better than the average trip to the DMV. :)

The ride itself was better than I remembered it, although it was still much the same design: ride in a little boat-shaped car running on underwater tracks, and look at the stuff around you. In general, I prefer 'thrill rides' to the 'look at things' rides that seem to dominate Magic Kingdom. But the animatronics and voices and general atmosphere in the ride was interesting and thematically appropriate. My niece and I rode together, and screamed at the little drop near the start, then ducked when the black ship fired its cannons at the port town as our little craft sailed between the two.

My father thought the ride had been redone since our last visit, because he remembered it looking rather chintzier.

When the ride was over, we browsed the gift shop outside and took restroom breaks. Stuff was bought. I remarked to my father about the interest that the kids and my brother and Sil all showed in the gift shop. "I was always raring to hit the next ride in theme parks," I said.

"Your brother's family is always like this. They can't seem to walk past a shop without buying something, usually several somethings."

After a little while, we all formed back up beside a circular bench. My oldest niece and nephew were going off together to do Space Mountain and whatever other thrill rides they could find. It was about 2PM now, and they were to meet back up with the rest at 5PM.

Here, I was presented with a dilemma. I planned to leave the park at 4PM. So whichever group I went with, I wasn't going to see the other again on this trip. This was also my last chance to do 'thrill rides', as the other group was going to be doing the small-children rides. I hesitated, then told Sil and the others, "I'll go say goodbye to them and then come back."

I caught up with my niece and nephew, and then dithered some more. I do like thrill rides quite a bit, and I'm very fond of both of the older kids. On the other hand, I'd really been enjoying hanging out with my father and acting like the excited, cheerful, and pleasant little girl I'd never been. After a few hundred feet, I made up my mind to go back. I gave the older kids goodbye hugs and went back to the bench where my father and the others had been waiting.

With an emphasis on "had been": they were gone. After a quick look around, I confirmed that the whole group of five was gone. Guess I'll go to Space Mountain after all, I thought, and ran back after the teens I'd just said goodbye too.

At first I couldn't see them, then I spotted their heads off in the distance. I put on a burst of speed, calling their names, and ... lost sight of them again.

I pivoted around in the throng of people. Well. Now I really do feel like a little kid.

I'm lost.
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