I remember one day after a lovely sail, sitting dockside, having a cold libation, waiting for the sunset. Then - five guys came down the dock, carrying their little briefcases full of - well, full of whatever they were full of.
Ruined the entire evening.
Hey, we were coming into an anchorage in the Caribbean and motored by a hard chined steel boat that looked like it had taken a few laps around the marble. The old guy on board walked out onto the swim platform on the stern, dropped trow', bent his bum over the water, and unloaded the remains of his unholy french cooking into the sea.