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.
Liam did the mental math and winced. For two tender meals, fries, a Grog’s Gulp, and a water bottle that would cost $1 outside, the total was going to hit . But Maya’s hair was still dripping, her nose was pink with sunscreen, and she’d braved the terrifying Plunge of the Spanish Main without crying. She had earned her gold. pirates bay waterpark menu
“That’s honey mustard,” the teenager sighed. The menu was overpriced
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. But Maya’s hair was still dripping, her nose