The following
is a effort by David Tomita <david@pharm.medsch.ucla.edu>
and Don Bertino <bertino@netcom.com> to document
the attractions at Disneyland - the Original (tm). These
descriptions where taken out the handout available from
Disneyland called "Disneyland Park - Description
Book for Guests with Hearing Impairments"
As the theme songs says, "Yo Ho, Yo Ho...a pirates
life for me!" And that's exactly what you'll experience
in Pirates of the Caribbean -- gunshots, cannon blasts,
explosions and all. Amid glimmering fireflies that the
evening croaking of bullfrogs, daring adventures board
their boats at LaFitte's Landing, and are at once afloat
in the heart of bayou country. Once past several rickety
houseboats, the soft strumming of a banjo melody can
be heard over the peaceful symphony of nature. But,
then a more chilling sound becomes audible: the thundering
of a waterfall, and the frightening echo of, "Dead
men tell no tales!".
After a hair-raising plunge into the depths of an underground
grotto, guests behold the skeletal remains of an unfortunate
band of pirates, guarding their loot and treasure with
macabre delight.
Suddenly, cannon balls whistle overhead and explosions
throw water into the air -- a fierce battle between
a marauding pirate galleon and a Caribbean fortress
is in full swing! The village beyond is overrun with
sinister pirates, looking for treasures to steal, wenches
to auction, and rum to drink. Carefree, tipsy pirates
succeed in ravaging the town and setting it aflame,
filling the night air with an orange glow, while a rollicking
tune echoes over the rooftops:
We pillage, plunder, we rifle and loot,
drink up me 'arties, Yo Ho,
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
drink up me 'arties, Yo Ho,
We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack,
drink up, me 'arties, Yo Ho,
Maraud and embezzle and even highjack,
drink up me 'arties, Yo Ho,
Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Pirate's Life for Me.
We kindle and char and inflame and ignite,
drink up me 'arties, Yo Ho,
We burn up the city we're really a fright,
drink up me 'arties, Yo Ho,
We're rascals and scoundrels, we're villains and knaves,
drink up me 'arites, Yo Ho,
We're devils and blacksheep, we're really bad eggs,
drink up me 'arites, Yo Ho,
We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do well cads,
drink up me 'arties, Yo Ho,
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies 'n dads,
drink up me 'arties, Yo Ho,
Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Pirate's Life For Me.
Your boat then takes you through a jail, where imprisoned
pirates are doing their best to escape. There are sound
of popping and crackling wood, and an orange and red
glow can be seen all around. This can mean only one
thing -- the pirates have set fire to the town! Timbers
are smoldering and cracking overhead as you sail through
a storage room filled with gun powder, cannon balls
and whiskey-filled, gun-shooting pirates.
The final shoot-out between the inebriated crew and
captain of the pirate ship in a flaming ammunition warehouse
threatens to demolish the entire village at any second!
Somehow, you manage to slip by, undetected, and return
to the sleepy bayou where you started your journey.
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN
(Skull talking above first falls)
Psst! Avast there! It be too late to alter course, mateys,
and there be plundering pirates lurking in every cove,
waitin' to board. Sit closer together and keep yer ruddy
hands inboard! That be the best way to repel boarders.
And mark well me words, mateys, Dead men tell no tales!
Heh heh heh...
Ye come seeking adventure and salty old pirates, aye?
Sure you've come to the proper place. But keep a weather
eye open, mates - and hold on tight, with both hands,
if you please! There be squalls ahead, and Davy Jones
waiting for them what don't obey! heh heh heh.....
(Forboding Pirate's Voice)
No fear have ye of evil curses, sez you? Ahhh...
properly warned ye be, sez I ... Who know's when that
evil curse will strike the greedy beholders of this
bewitched treasure.
Dead men tell no tales, tales, tales, tales. Dead
men tell no tales, tales, tales, tales. Dead men tell
no tales, tales, tales, tales.
(Old Pirate's Voice)
Perhaps you knows too much, Ye've seen the cursed
treasure. Ya know where it be hidden. Now procede at
your own risk. These be the last friendly words ye'll
hear. You may not survive to pass this way again!
Dead men tell no tales, tales, tales, tales. Dead men
tell no tales, tales, tales, tales. Dead men tell no
tales, tales, tales, tales.
(Roberta Brubaker: Most of the Bombardment scene dialog
can be heard in parts
"Horatio Hornblower" with Gregory Peck. Re-recorded,
but
the words mostly the same) Thanks Roberta!
Pirate On Ship: (To his crew.)
"Two shot holes, Captain... One clean through
the mizzen mast!" Cut the ruddy wreckage away,
Stand by as your guns bear...
Surrender, you lilly livered lubbers!...
Another broadside and you'll go down with the tide...
Give it to 'um again lads, Ey, that will show the bilge
rats...
Avast you scuvy scum, run up your white flag, very well
then, give'm a broadside. Pound them lads, pound them!...
"Two men down on number #4 gun"
Take them below. Clear the decks lads...
Hike your colors, you bloomin' coachroches...
By thunder, we'll see you to Davey Jones...
They needs persuaion, mates... fire at will!...
(Defenders in Fort)
Take that you greego peegs! ... we're going to seenk
your steenking sheep!
Pirate: Pipe the lubber aloft, matey.
Pirate: Speak up you bilge rat! Where be the treasure?
Woman In Window: Do not tell heem! Carlos! Nononono....
[Shot and scream]
[Laughter]
Carlos: (As he descends.) No! No! Por favor! No- blub
blub blub...
[Laughter]
A Third Pirate: Pipe him aloft again matey.
Woman In Window: Be brave Carlos, don't listen to him.
[Shot]
[Laughter]
Another Pirate: Scuttle the old cockroach!
A Third Pirate: By gum, he'll talk! Or do a fine
dance at rope's end. Be that clear Senior?
Woman In Window: Don't tell him! Don't be chicken!
[Shot]
[Laughter]
Carlos: I am not chicken! I will not talk- blub blub
blub.
Auctioneer Pirate: Weight anchor now, ya swabbies! What
be I offered for this winsome wench? Stout hearted,
and corn fed she be....
Pirate: Hey, are you selling her by the pound?!
Auctioneer Pirate: Shift your cargo deary. Show
'em your larboard side.
Second Pirate: We wants the red head!
Auctioneer Pirate: Belay that you focsal swab!
Third Pirate: Oy! The red head!
Crowd: We wants the red head! We wants the red
head! We wants the red head!
Assist. Auctioneer Pirate: Avast there!! [Shoot's gun]
Auctioneer Pirate: And now you bilge rats... do I hear
six? Who makes it six?
Drunk Pirate: Six it be! Six bottles of rum!
Auctioneer Pirate: I'm not spunging for rum! It be gold
I'm after!
Auctioneer Pirate: Strike your colors you brazen wench!
No need to expose your superstructure!
Drunk Pirate: Pipe the redhead aboard, come on now....
Crowd: We wants the red head!
Pirate With Gun: Quiet you scum!
Dapper Pirate: Ah, shiver me soul. It's dead wore
out, I be. A mite too
fast these light-footed wenches be for the likes
of an old
schweg-bellied pirates such as I! Now where be
that
fascinatin' little old tresure, aye? Heave-to, mateys!
Say,
Have you set your eyes on the bewitched maiden
in your travels?
Oh she be a lively lassie she were. Oh, I tell you true...
it's alright be to hoist me colors on the likes of that
shy
little wench! Uh ha, uh ha, uh ha ha ha, uh ha.
Favor -
keep a weathered eye open, mateys,I be willin' to share,
I be! Ha uh ha!
Pirate with Bottle: Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!
Have a little spot rum with old
Bill, eh? Heh, heh, heh. Come on now, be a nice little
pussy cat! (Laughs/coughs) Oh, you be a feisty one,
you
be!
(Roberta Brubaker: The pirates got locked up somehow
in jail. Also Pirates
speak Cockney English, Villagers speak Spanish)
Cooing Pirate: How's about a nice juicy bone, 'eh? Here
here doggy. Psst
psst. Come on now. Here you go deary. Have a nice
bone,
'eh?
I say grab his ears!
Here! Give us the keys, ya screwy little beast!
The mangy mut! Hit him with a soup bone!
(?) ...hold it higher. Higher, I said! Higher!
Here, doggy! Here, here! Nice doggy!
Grab his tail! Go on, grab it!
Belay that talk! We wants the keys, not the mut, ya
swab!
Can't ya reach any further, ya stub-wing bilge rat?!?
Here ya go, dearie. C'mon, have a nice bone, aye? That's
a
good lad! C'mon now!
Don't scare him!
Steady now! St- steady! Here, that's it! Slip the cable
over his ruddy neck!
Avast there, Rover! It's us what needs yer ruddy help
- not
them blasted lubbers!
Oh, that blasted, pocket-pickin' pirate!
Here ya be, Spot - how's about a nice, juicy bone?
Over here, Spot - (bring/put) it over here!
Blasted, black-hearted Cur!
Here! Give us the keys, ya screwy little beast!
Now easy boy! Don't drop it.
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