Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean anything pertaining to Disneyland. Rights go to the respected owners.

Title: A Pirate's Life for Me

Warnings: None

Summary: Arthur drags Alfred onto the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland.

"And then we can hit Tomorrowland, but I know we've gotta go back to Fantasyland cause you probably wanna do the Peter Pan Ride again-"

"Alfred," his boyfriend cut him off, and reiterated his point with a squeeze of the hand. "We're here."

The taller of the two men looked up at the entrance to one of the few dark rides at Disneyland. His smile wavered, as he glanced around the rest of New Orleans Square.

"Why don't we just take the train back to Toontown, instead? That was totally fun! Arthur I bet if we leave now, we'll still catch Mickey-"

"Alfred. You made me ride A Small World simultaneous times whilst you sang along with the dolls. I am picking the blasted ride this time."

The young American swallowed and nodded.

"Alright, no problem Artie. I can totally handle some pirates, yep no problem. No problem at all."

The couple stood in line for a few moments until they were permitted to board a boat. Though Alfred was clearly not thrilled about this ride, he insisted on riding in the front because otherwise "My exceptional heroness would be compromised!" And so the pair of blondes sat tucked in next to each other as the boat started to slowly move forward in the darkness, and a banjo started playing in the distance.

"Artie?" the blue-eyed teenager grabbed onto his partner's hand.

"Yes?"

"I hear voices," he squeezed Arthur's hand as the boat came around a bend. He looked up and almost wet his pants.

"Oh my god, Arthur there's a talking skull, holy crap this is so scary, oh god, oh god, oh god!"

And mark my word matey, dead men tell no tale.

Alfred held onto Arthur's palm for dear life, and squeezed his eyes shut.

"You're a hero, you're a hero, you're a hero- AHHHHHH!"

The whole boat was taken over by Alfred's rather harsh scream as the vessel plunged downward. Alfred took in several deep breaths when they reached the bottom; it hadn't been that bad. Nope, he'd just been exaggerating for the other riders' enjoyment.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!

"Alfred, that had better be water from the ride I'm feeling, and not something else."

The younger of the two flushed a bit, though it was nearly impossible to tell in the darkness.

"It's from the ride," Alfred assured him, but Arthur noticed how he was still holding his hand in a death grip.

And he kept that grip tight for the 15 minute long ride, which Arthur found harmless but Alfred insisted, "Is way too dark, seriously. We're totally going to Adventureland after this."

They disembarked the ride, and Alfred's smile returned tenfold, as if nothing had ever happened. He dragged Arthur into the gift shop where he insisted on buying him a felt pirate had with his name etched into it.

"Looks good, Captain Kirkland!" he smiled from under his own mouse ears that he'd purchased.

Arthur smiled, and he let Alfred drag him on any ride he wanted for the rest of the day. At some point he decided this was the best date Alfred had ever treated him to. After all, it was the happiest place on Earth.