Redd was doing her usual job. She didn't notice the first, second, or even third time the same guy floated by in a boat. How could she? Most guests looked the same and it wasn't as though she noticed all of them.

By the fifth time he floated by, she'd definitely noticed.

Then he floated by a sixth time, and she started getting curious.

By the tenth time, she was actively looking out for him - it wasn't like it was too difficult either. On seeing him, she turned to the Auctioneer, standing nearby.

All the Auctioneer could do was shrug. He'd seen the man floating by as well. He didn't question it - he was a much older character than Redd and he'd seen hardcore fans repeatedly ride Pirates of the Caribbean before.

But by the twentieth time the man floated by, the Auctioneer was definitely wondering what the man was doing. And maybe a little bit whether or not he was okay in the head.

Bu the thirtieth time, she resisted the urge to turn to the man and say "come on now, this is really getting ridiculous". But she held her tongue because she didn't want to end up all over TikTok. Instead, she carried on selling her rum with the Auctioneer.

Then came the thirty-fifth time. She wanted to pick up one of the Auctioneer's chickens and throw it at him, but as the chickens were robots too, it might end up killing him. She didn't want to be on TikTok for that either.

Soon, it had passed 11pm. The Magic Kingdom was shut for the night and the last guests would be riding Pirates of the Caribbean. And he was among them.

Redd made eye contact with the man. It was all she could do without exposing the animatronics' secret.

By midnight, all the Guests had gone home for the night, and everyone was socialising.

Redd sat in her spot, stroking one of the Auctioneer's chickens. It wasn't like her at all, but she'd just seen the same man float by no less than forty times.

'Come on, join in the fun,' said the Auctioneer. 'We was just about to go drinking rum with Shy Albert, Pig Pen, and Dirty Foot.'

'Didn't you find that a bit odd?' asked Redd.

'What was odd?' asked the Auctioneer.

'The same man. He was there all day. I saw him forty times - at least.'

'There are super-fans of this ride. That's why they made the movies,' said the Auctioneer. 'I'm willing to bet one of your chickens that's what this guy was.'

Redd shrugged. Perhaps the Auctioneer was right. She let go of the chicken and stood up to join the rest of the pirates and villagers at the table in a drink.

'Did anyone else see the same fella thirty odd times today?' asked the Dirty Foot Pirate as he poured out the rum. 'I swear I wasn't drunk, but I saw the same guy thirty times'

'It was more than thirty times, Dirty Foot,' said the Pig Pen Pirate. 'Forty or even fifty times.'

'It was not fifty times,' the Dirty Foot Pirate argued. 'No way.'

'How do you know? Did you count?' asked the Pig Pen Pirate.

'I saw him forty times. At least,' said Redd. 'Dirty Foot is right.' She paused. 'I thought Auctioneer and I were the only ones who noticed.'

'We all noticed,' said the Pig Pen Pirate. 'You should go talk to the Pirate Minstrels - they've been laughing about it all evening. We often see mega-fans, but not quite the ones who want to ride fifty times in a row.'

'It was forty,' said the Dirty Foot Pirate.

'Does it matter?' the Auctioneer said, slamming his cup of rum down on the table.

Shy Albert said nothing, but held his pilfered iPhone out to the other pirates.

Redd took the iPhone. 'He was raising money for sick kids,' she said. 'That's oddly admirable.'

The Pig Pen Pirate snatched Shy Albert's phone from Redd and scanned over the information on the screen. 'I never thought about where's the Make A Wish kids come from or where they stay,' he said. 'But it had to be somewhere.'

Redd nodded. She had seen a lot of Make A Wish kids in her time - and that time had only been five years, give or take a pandemic. Like the Pig Pen Pirate, she hadn't questioned them. She'd assumed they were on day visits or were staying at on-site Disney resorts or the hotels and motels on the nearby International Drive.

Shy Albert spoke up. 'Give Kids the World. That's what he was fundraising for.'

'He's also the Vice President of the organisation, is what it says here,' said the Pig Pen Pirate.

'Oh, so Vice Presidents of charities can't fundraise for their own charities now?' asked the Auctioneer.

'So it's like a marathon, or a sponsored silence,' said the Dirty Foot Pirate. He turned to the Pig Pen Pirate. 'I'd pay my entire year's wages to this charity if you'd shut up for just a week, Pig Pen.'

Everyone at the table laughed - except the Pig Pen Pirate, of course.

'Maybe we all should,' Shy Albert suggested. 'That way more sick kids get to see us.'
'That is a great idea, Shy Albert,' said the Auctioneer. 'And in fact, I have a little wager to make.'

'A wager?' asked Redd.

'Let's hear it,' said the Dirty Foot Pirate.

'We all pay a year's wages to this charity, for Pig Pen to shut up all next week. If he speaks, he also has to pay this charity his year's wages.'

'And if I stay quiet?' asked the Pig Pen Pirate.

'You get a congratulatory souvenir from the gift shop,' said the Auctioneer.

The Pig Pen Pirate sighed. 'Fine. Even though I could pillage the gift shop whenever I want to.'

'Alright. Shy Albert, pull up that donation link,' said Redd, 'and let's raise some money for sick kids.'

A/N

This fic is the first fic specifically about a guest - though it is not RPF as the guest is not a character.

This was inspired by Steven Amos, the Vice President of the Give Kids the World Village, who, every year on his birthday (today, August 6th!) rides a Disney World ride repeatedly in order to raise money for the Give Kids the World Village. It's a charity for sick kids to be able to go to Disney World on Make A Wish vacations. When sick kids wish to go to Disney World, Give Kids the World Village is where they stay.