A wild and wonderful day on Willoughby Bay. Mustered a crew of six at 1400 to find one bum foot, a twisted knee, a pulled Achilles, and several non-descript ailments. Smoothly underway around 1425, headed out into a strong west wind under full main and storm jib. Temps around 60F. With sound system cranked up, we tacked our way out to the Shed enjoying the steady breeze with yelps of delight. Offer of lifejackets to new crewlady met with hostile response. Libations flowed freely and washed down the gourmet Subway subs and trail mix. Blue Captain donned a PFD for fashion's sake and was met with howls of derision. Noted the depthometer only seems to work on a port tack. Routine established: the young folk manned the R&B pub cabin with aplomb while the older types creaked agedly around the cockpit. Gold Captain kept his usual death grip on the tiller beating off all who dared to have a try. Passed the NS Marina's Cero outbound. Broad reaches and two jibes on the way home to a smooth tie up about 1715. A round of Kona's and smiles at the Sunset G. was matched by a bone jarring crash as a fellow barmate missed a chair and hit the deck. Ended the day with a toast to a "mildly entertaining sail".