Entering a dank fortress deep within the heart of the city, guests turn a corner and are outside a prison. It seems that this is where the town has been keeping their pirates, as several are locked inside the prison. The entire room is burning down around them.

Nearby are their only chance of survival - the keys to the prison doors. However, a cute dog has them on the ring and the ring is in his mouth... he sits a looks at the desperate prisoners innocently.

One of the pirates holds a bone, the other a makeshift noose, and the third beckons the dog. Across the room, three more pirates press against the bars, looking on in exasperation.


The building continues to burn. Timbers have crashed down to the foundation, and the ceiling above creaks and groans ominously, shivering under the weight, as furniture above slides around, ready to collapse at any second. The heat is palatable.


Ahead, the few remaining pirates have located the store house of the Island for gunpowder and munitions. Among the piled kegs of gunpowder, the buccaneers have decided to settle their trifles by shootout, hopelessly inebriated.


The Captain, supported by his trustworthy first mate, takes dead aim (or as close as he can come) at a crew member straddling a cannon, firing blindly back, the cannon rolling to and fro dangerously. A third buccaneer supports himself on a winch, a group of barrels dangling above the boats moving up and down too precariously for comfort. The misfired bullets bounce off the occasional helmet or barrel, splashing in the water...

Ahead, under the roar of the barely-sung reprise of “A Pirate’s Life For Me”, a waterfall roars – and the boats approach the bottom of it. Ever so slowly, the boats begin to move up the waterfall – against the flow of the current.


To the left, two pirates attempt to escape with some treasure. Pushing and pulling, the massive chest piled high with loot shows no signs of moving. Gradually, time is turned forward, as the boats move back up the waterfall...


The dusty bones of two enterprising pirates come into view, skewered by each others’ swords. One of them still clutches a small chest of treasure. Farther along, the Captain’s skeleton comes into view, a pathetic small bag of coins in his bony grasp. From the darkness, small green eyes blink. And that voice echoes, returning guests full circle...


At the top of the chute, the familiar architecture of New Orleans Square comes into view. The boats move through a final brick arch and splash down into the Blue Bayou. A shrimping boat is anchored near the shore, and fireflies dance in the night air. Clouds pass over the moon, and a shooting star rockets through the royal blue sky.


Moving around the water-lapped beach piled with treasure, sunlight beams through the French doors which once admitted guests, so many watery adventures ago. The green parrot’s cries of “gold and doubloons!” beckoning guests, as they unload, to perhaps return and to try their luck with the Pirates of The Caribbean again.