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They shuffled up the damp ramp, leaving sandy footprints behind. The menu board was a colorful explosion of pirate-themed puns and steep waterpark prices. Liam squinted up at it, reading aloud as a teenager in a striped shirt and eyepatch tapped his foot.

Maya dipped a tender. She took a bite. Her eyes went wide. pirates bay waterpark menu

The menu was overpriced. The names were ridiculous. But right then, with the sound of splashing, screaming, and fake cannon fire in the air, Liam decided that Pirates Bay could charge whatever it wanted. Because some moments—and some chicken tenders—were worth their weight in gold doubloons. They shuffled up the damp ramp, leaving sandy

Liam grinned, peeling off his goggles. The great debate of the day had arrived. “What’ll it be? The Kraken’s Kitchen or Salty Sally’s Snack Shack?” Maya dipped a tender

“Dad,” she announced, treading water, “my treasure map says it’s time for grub.”

The blazing August sun had turned the concrete around Pirates Bay Waterpark into a griddle, but inside the wave pool, Liam and his daughter Maya were floating like two contented buoys. After a morning of conquering the "Blackbeard’s Drop" slide and losing a skirmish in the "Cannonball Sprayground," a growl from Maya’s stomach echoed louder than the park’s pirate ship horn.

“Dad,” she whispered, looking out at the wave pool where a man in a inflatable parrot tube was flipping over. “This is better than finding actual buried treasure.”