With it’s cramped space, bunk beds, vacuum hose, assignment board and electronic doodads, I suspect the “space” room is staff quarters-cum-control room for the various features. Some of it looks very special purpose; who knows, maybe they’ve got some of those dummy-sculptures rigged up as animatronics, beside the water features, small scale trains, etc. Far too much effort to live in a place like that – let alone caretake it. Makes me tired just looking at it.

I can accept the desire to go whole-hog pirate anywhere except for the kitchen. Hoo boy, is it dark in there! It’s gorgeous woodwork for sure, but it’s one place I couldn’t handle the cave-like quality of pirate-era ship interiors.

Speaking of cave-like interiors, the dungeon with skull chandelier and wine cellar corridor look so much like the wait-line spaces for the actual Pirates of the Caribbean ride that I’m quite certain it would be impossible to remove my hubby from them if ever he were to enter. The only thing missing is the prisoners trying to coax the dog into handing over the cell door keys. Visiting said ride is enough to power his inner little kid for weeks. Getting to live in it might well provide enough latent energy for the whole damn country to go off petroleum.

As for me… OMG, the pool and hot tub! I MUST have the pool and hot tub!! Santa??? (And just for the hell of it… somebody please tell me how much just the dining table and chairs would set me back…)