fish
Cast from the pier, reel on the bite. The rarest ones fight back.
the sun never quite sets here
washed up on the tide.
"treasure's buried on this bay, matey."
the fine print, in sand
The bay is the park’s lazy east end — a beach where the sun never quite sets. Free, in the browser, no account — and every banana on the sand is a real visitor, live.
the loop
Cast from the pier, reel on the bite. The rarest ones fight back.

All bare sand is diggable — and one treasure is buried on the bay each day. The captain has clues.
The tide leaves them on the sand — collect the lot.
Tap the ball, keep it up — the whole beach counts the rally together.

The machine on the pier: coins in, claw down, prizes up to the giant plush.
Everything you earn lands on your pass. The park is one road west; the rave is past it.