The fourth time to play Pirates of the Caribbean showed that 75 minutes queued for 60 minutes, but still exhausted. Probably the longest time I've been in the Caribbean! Fortunately, I sat in the first row to make up for my pain. In the queue, I also met a lovely third-grade pelvic friend. He went to fly over the horizon more than a dozen times, but he didn't sit here. It's more fun than flying.