Cap'n Keel
Lanterns out 8 o'clock - yeah right!
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A hearty good mornin' to ya mate! Pull yerself up a keg, have a mug of rum, an I'll tell ya a yarn of our latest travels ta Disney World.
Hav'in sailed these Disney waters since I were a wee lad back in the 70s I've had many a great Disney adventure. One of me favorite things to do on these adventures is ta capture it all in photos.
As not to take the same shots each visit often I focus on a specific prop or what-hav-ya (flowers, lamps, signs, wind vanes, tourists, you name it.) After all these years, I'm thinkin' I've bout' taken ever photo possible at Disney World. Me favorites be wench shots from Typhoon Lagoon & Blizzard Beach.
< swig> Aye.
But, even these shots grow stale no less than gold turns, jewels gleam less, and ice in rum melts.
So, this sailing, the last week of Aug 2006, I thought I really need ta shoot something different. Something with a camera as they don't allow flintlocks in the parks anymore! (Shhhh - ya got'ta sneak them in.)
Something with spice! Something to treasure! A FRESH adventure! Somethin' ta rock the Cap'n good - beside Cap'n Morgan!!! 
Yes on this voyage I decided to try - humor photography! Don't laugh! Strike that - do laugh! Me photo plan is to not just focus on the funny candid shots of the usual predicaments tourists get into daily. Rather, the plan is to use magic, illusion, special effects, tricks, perspective, i.e. - Photoshop. (You photo purists go drown yerselves in Cinderella's moat.) And so I bring ta you:
Disney World - From a Prodigious Pyratical Photo Perspective!
BTW the characters in this tale are me the Cap'n and me wench...
"Who are you calling a wench! I'll Cap'n you! If you're the captain then I'm an Admiral..."
"Jeesh alright already - pleased ta introduce meself & Missus - Marie."
(Photo courtesy of a French couple for which we reciprocated. No I didn't swipe their camera.)
I arranged for cheap plane tickets. A little more than $100 each roundtrip (discounted due to a possible strike.)
I also got the Pop Century booked at the lowest price I recall - $60 a night.
The car rental - $11 a day! (Can ya believe that!)
Heads up (UNPAID COMMERCIAL AHEAD).
All the above were paid for using points from our Disney Visa card. There were just enough points for a trip for two. Yes! Hence also the reason for the no kids. Oh boy a 5-day drunken, riotious <Get'in the evil wife look> uhhh ... romantic adventure.
It's good ta be the Cap'n! BTW - ya might can tell - I likes pyrates.
CAPTAINS LOG - DAY 1 THE JOURNEY
We sail ta the airport (just a shade under 90mph).
No pilot or serving wench strike. Whew! Hey what's this about no liquids brought aboard? The Cap'n ain't happy with this rule! Sure ain't a sailor running dis airline. Don't cha luv the posted ban list that includes axes, billy clubs, bull whips, and the like.
How do they expect people to fly without a cattle prod? Thankfully cutlasses & flintlocks ain't listed.
My favorite banned item - no toy transformer robots. Evil they be says I.
So we walk down the gangplank or whatever they call those things, turn the corner, and behold - a puddle jumper!
"Where's the plane," my wife asks?
"Ma'am, please take a seat," the pilot says.
"There isn't even a stewardress!," my wife berates me. <Note to self - check plane size next time or visit lawyer>
The door shuts and we're wisked away.
A grand total of four souls aboard!
Unlike "real" planes, you can actually look stright up the aisle and see where you're going. No locked flight deck. Guess they figure puddle jumpers aren't a challenge for terrorists.
Seats are bit tiny and cramped. Not exactly first class.
So I decide to go for a little walk to limber the ole sea legs.
The pilot later reprimands me ta read the sign. Something about don't open during flight.
Don't cha hate rule sticklers!
We arrive in Orlando and the Cap'n (that's me) is happy.
We pick up our $11 a day rental...uh this looks familiar.
Just keep saying - we're saving doubloons.
Four hours drive later we make port at the Pop Century.
I know - pyrates should be at the Caribbean. Well we're not - tis life. I had ta get over it - so do you. <razzin-frazzin...>
We're not going to a theme park today as it's already late in the afternoon.
"Sure you folks want to check in - Hurricaine's coming," the CM tells us,"day or two away."
"Tain't afraid of no blow," I tell 'em cocking me head and squintin' an eye. "Why I can tell ya the time..."
Me arm is grabbed by me missus and I'm quickly towed off ta Downtown Disney.
Yuk! Pyrates hate shoppin'! Cept maybe for eyepatches, cutlasses, cannon, compasses, and the like.
Nothing exciting happens shoppin' but the prices they charge makes ya wonder who be the pyrate?
For dinner we head to Chef Mickeys. No we don't have reservations. Seems the meal plan bunch took all the reservations months in advance. Who plans meals that far in advance? Ye be sick critters ye be.
This forces us ta execute Plan A which is (shhh....) me wench sweet talks the desk guy. Course I'm sharpening me cutlass in the background just in case he ain't cooperative like. Wipin' the sweat from his brow he gives us one of those red flashing shaking beeper thingees and believe it or not we are the first called for dinner. Surprise, Surprise! We didn't even need Plan B. That was faking having reservations and claiming they lost them! Such a plan might work, but it's easily seen through by the CMs as they have heard 'em all. We sure didn't want ta see evil CM looks everytime we look over our shoulders the entire trip, "yeah - that's them."
Lesson learned - asking politely goes a long way with CMs, as does a sharp cutlass or flintlock.
P.S. They didn't tell me ta later that the character varmits rotate ta each table. Kinda used me pyratical powers of persuasion. That and the mouse and dog outran this chipmonk. Man their fast, but they're also huge and it'll be tough ta hide.
Tomorrow we start park hopping. Who'd thought the bugs would...
<Excuse me a moment folks.>
"Hey you! Yeah you - mouse! Get over here so we can get your picure!"
<Sorry folks got'ta run. Darn thing's fast. Maybe I can wing him.>
Hav'in sailed these Disney waters since I were a wee lad back in the 70s I've had many a great Disney adventure. One of me favorite things to do on these adventures is ta capture it all in photos.
As not to take the same shots each visit often I focus on a specific prop or what-hav-ya (flowers, lamps, signs, wind vanes, tourists, you name it.) After all these years, I'm thinkin' I've bout' taken ever photo possible at Disney World. Me favorites be wench shots from Typhoon Lagoon & Blizzard Beach.
< swig> Aye. But, even these shots grow stale no less than gold turns, jewels gleam less, and ice in rum melts.
So, this sailing, the last week of Aug 2006, I thought I really need ta shoot something different. Something with a camera as they don't allow flintlocks in the parks anymore! (Shhhh - ya got'ta sneak them in.)
Something with spice! Something to treasure! A FRESH adventure! Somethin' ta rock the Cap'n good - beside Cap'n Morgan!!! Yes on this voyage I decided to try - humor photography! Don't laugh! Strike that - do laugh! Me photo plan is to not just focus on the funny candid shots of the usual predicaments tourists get into daily. Rather, the plan is to use magic, illusion, special effects, tricks, perspective, i.e. - Photoshop.
(You photo purists go drown yerselves in Cinderella's moat.) And so I bring ta you: Disney World - From a Prodigious Pyratical Photo Perspective!
BTW the characters in this tale are me the Cap'n and me wench...
"Who are you calling a wench! I'll Cap'n you! If you're the captain then I'm an Admiral..."
"Jeesh alright already - pleased ta introduce meself & Missus - Marie."
(Photo courtesy of a French couple for which we reciprocated. No I didn't swipe their camera.)
I arranged for cheap plane tickets. A little more than $100 each roundtrip (discounted due to a possible strike.)
I also got the Pop Century booked at the lowest price I recall - $60 a night.
The car rental - $11 a day! (Can ya believe that!)
Heads up (UNPAID COMMERCIAL AHEAD).
All the above were paid for using points from our Disney Visa card. There were just enough points for a trip for two. Yes! Hence also the reason for the no kids. Oh boy a 5-day drunken, riotious <Get'in the evil wife look> uhhh ... romantic adventure.
It's good ta be the Cap'n! BTW - ya might can tell - I likes pyrates.
CAPTAINS LOG - DAY 1 THE JOURNEY
We sail ta the airport (just a shade under 90mph).
No pilot or serving wench strike. Whew! Hey what's this about no liquids brought aboard? The Cap'n ain't happy with this rule! Sure ain't a sailor running dis airline. Don't cha luv the posted ban list that includes axes, billy clubs, bull whips, and the like.
How do they expect people to fly without a cattle prod? Thankfully cutlasses & flintlocks ain't listed.
My favorite banned item - no toy transformer robots. Evil they be says I.
So we walk down the gangplank or whatever they call those things, turn the corner, and behold - a puddle jumper!
"Where's the plane," my wife asks?
"Ma'am, please take a seat," the pilot says.
"There isn't even a stewardress!," my wife berates me. <Note to self - check plane size next time or visit lawyer>
The door shuts and we're wisked away.
A grand total of four souls aboard!
Unlike "real" planes, you can actually look stright up the aisle and see where you're going. No locked flight deck. Guess they figure puddle jumpers aren't a challenge for terrorists.
Seats are bit tiny and cramped. Not exactly first class.
So I decide to go for a little walk to limber the ole sea legs.
The pilot later reprimands me ta read the sign. Something about don't open during flight.
Don't cha hate rule sticklers!
We arrive in Orlando and the Cap'n (that's me) is happy.
We pick up our $11 a day rental...uh this looks familiar.
Just keep saying - we're saving doubloons.
Four hours drive later we make port at the Pop Century.
I know - pyrates should be at the Caribbean. Well we're not - tis life. I had ta get over it - so do you. <razzin-frazzin...>
We're not going to a theme park today as it's already late in the afternoon.
"Sure you folks want to check in - Hurricaine's coming," the CM tells us,"day or two away."
"Tain't afraid of no blow," I tell 'em cocking me head and squintin' an eye. "Why I can tell ya the time..."
Me arm is grabbed by me missus and I'm quickly towed off ta Downtown Disney.
Yuk! Pyrates hate shoppin'! Cept maybe for eyepatches, cutlasses, cannon, compasses, and the like.
Nothing exciting happens shoppin' but the prices they charge makes ya wonder who be the pyrate?
For dinner we head to Chef Mickeys. No we don't have reservations. Seems the meal plan bunch took all the reservations months in advance. Who plans meals that far in advance? Ye be sick critters ye be.
This forces us ta execute Plan A which is (shhh....) me wench sweet talks the desk guy. Course I'm sharpening me cutlass in the background just in case he ain't cooperative like. Wipin' the sweat from his brow he gives us one of those red flashing shaking beeper thingees and believe it or not we are the first called for dinner. Surprise, Surprise! We didn't even need Plan B. That was faking having reservations and claiming they lost them! Such a plan might work, but it's easily seen through by the CMs as they have heard 'em all. We sure didn't want ta see evil CM looks everytime we look over our shoulders the entire trip, "yeah - that's them." Lesson learned - asking politely goes a long way with CMs, as does a sharp cutlass or flintlock.
P.S. They didn't tell me ta later that the character varmits rotate ta each table. Kinda used me pyratical powers of persuasion. That and the mouse and dog outran this chipmonk. Man their fast, but they're also huge and it'll be tough ta hide.
Tomorrow we start park hopping. Who'd thought the bugs would...
<Excuse me a moment folks.>
"Hey you! Yeah you - mouse! Get over here so we can get your picure!"
<Sorry folks got'ta run. Darn thing's fast. Maybe I can wing him.>
This is a wonderfully fresh take on the visit to the world...I can't wait for more! 
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