an unwanted social presence

We had been at the Island for two weeks, snuggly anchored in Kidney Fern, an isolated islet in Pattersons Inlet. Out days had been reduced to finding fresh water, dry wood for the fire , and gathering shellfish and fish to substain us. We awoke when the sun came up and retired to bed when it went down. The pressures of city life and work had long evaporated.

100db achey appeared attach bed breaky dinghy distrupted drifted evening gall going heart hour islet later loud lowered music personally preparing sun thay unconcerned water

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As we prepared a humble evening meal of oysters with oven baked fresh bread, followed by Queen scallops lightly poached in a garlic cream sauce, a flotilla of fishing and pleasure boats chugged through the narrow entrance and circled us. It is accepted etiquette to acknowledge new arrivals and make an offer of a 'raft up' (where boats all tie togther and lay to one anchor). We ducked below and they gradually drifted to the far side of the islet. About an hour later, just as the sun was going down and we were preparing for bed, the evening was distrupted by loud music. Personally, I would not have the gall to play 'Achey, Breaky, Heart' at 100dB but they appeared unconcerned. So unconcerned that thay then lowered their dinghy's into the water and attached outboards, then proceeded to issue instructions as to what tonights race course would be. Apparently this was a nightly ritual.Round the bouys racing with screaming two stroke engines. To our further dismay, as we lay huddled together in our bunk, we were to be the top bouy. The next two hours was punctuated by unbearable noise, constant rocking from the wake of four washes, and loud screaming.
An unwanted social presence.