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Liam took a bite of his own Barnacle Burger , which was, to be fair, surprisingly juicy despite the wilted lettuce. As a splash of blue raspberry shot up through his straw, he watched his daughter grin, a smear of honey mustard on her cheek.

“That’s honey mustard,” the teenager sighed.

“We’ll take two Captain’s Tenders,” Liam said, handing over a credit card as if surrendering a chest of doubloons. “One with buried treasure sauce. And a Grog’s Gulp.” pirates bay waterpark menu

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.” Liam took a bite of his own Barnacle

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.

They claimed a wobbly table under a tattered canvas umbrella. When the tray arrived—orange plastic baskets lined with fake newspaper print—Maya gasped. The tenders were enormous, golden, and steaming. The fries were thick-cut and dusted with something that tasted like paprika and magic. And the Grog’s Gulp was so electric blue it glowed. After a morning of conquering the "Blackbeard’s Drop"

Maya dipped a tender. She took a bite. Her eyes went wide.