Richard met another kayaker, a bit younger than me, perhaps in his twenties, and I think I remember his surname was West, I have forgotten his first name.   He also had a wood kayak, a Cape Charles like Richards, which is how they got talking; wooden kayaks were uncommon in Brisbane City. West had paddled his Cape Charles, with a companion kayaker (also in a wooden Cape Charles), up the Queensland coast from Brisbane to Cairns (about 2000 kilometres) for charity.  In any case, the three of us, Richard, West, and I,  decided one day to make from the Marina at Wynnum Manly to Mud Island, a few nautical miles (half way to Moreton Island) away on a really windy day with short one-metre swell.  On the way out, we saw a large turtle almost on the surface distracted while eating a jelly-fish (Moreton Bay is known for large population of Jelly fish); we got very close to it and watched it for a few seconds.  The turtle soon became aware of us and darted away in a jolt.  It took us about two and a half hours to get to Mud Island.  I thought my kayak performed really well going into the wind and short chop on the way out.  Richard did not want to land on Mud Island because the tide was low and he thought he would scratch his clear-finished boat on the rocks.  A word of advice: paint your hull so that you are not afraid to scratch it otherwise you will miss-out on many adventures.  We ate our lunch sitting in the kayaks off the shore.  The trip home from Mud Island only took under two hours compared to the two and a half hours it took to get there because of a following wind and sea.  My kayak, I found, did not handle well with a following sea; it had no rudder or skeg.  The others were well ahead of me on the way home.  I noticed Richard, in his Cape Charles, had to paddle-brace a few times (he did a low-brace).  With his rudder, he kept a fairly straight course but he was later to say the rudder did not work efficiently because it was out of the water so often.  West, in his Cape Charles, was not able to keep a straight course, the same as me, but it was a bit straighter than mine; his kayak had a skeg fitted which may have helped.  I needed to learn to do a corrective stroke when the swell was in the middle of my kayak and the ends were out of the water; I spent most of the time slightly off course on the way home.  We had a quick chat about the paddle in the car-park next to the boat ramp afterward and Richard went home to get his wind-surfer.