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?”
“That’s honey mustard,” the teenager sighed. pirates bay waterpark menu
Maya dipped a tender. She took a bite. Her eyes went wide. Liam grinned, peeling off his goggles
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: The Kraken’s Kitchen or Salty Sally’s Snack Shack
“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.”
“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.”