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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.

Maya, all of nine years old and a self-proclaimed chicken tender connoisseur, pointed a decisive, pruney finger toward the larger of the two thatched-roof stands. A giant wooden sign, carved to look like a ship’s wheel, read: pirates bay waterpark menu

“Dad,” she announced, treading water, “my treasure map says it’s time for grub.” Liam took a bite of his own Barnacle

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. A giant wooden sign, carved to look like

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.