Maya dipped a tender. She took a bite. Her eyes went wide.
“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.” pirates bay waterpark menu
“Dad,” she announced, treading water, “my treasure map says it’s time for grub.” Maya dipped a tender
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. ” she whispered