Friday - The Most Laughing of All

We pushed off from the dock of Scrub Island around 9:30 AM, give or take an hour (remember island time), and sailed toward White Bay (yes, White Bay again, so what?). A mooring ball was there yelling our name, so we grabbed it. Ken opted to stay behind and catch up on his reading, while the rest of us heading to do the usual routine:

• Painkillers at Soggy Dollar
• Bushwhackers at Gertrude's
• Whatever the hell Seddy was serving at One Love
• Cold beers at Ivan's

No disappointments, we had a blast. See the visual proof below.