Had one of those chase me as I sailed into Salcombe, one fine Summer day. Not only that, he started to flash stuff in Semaphore light. I decided to slow down, given I only had sails and 30' waterline, which was hardly sufficient for a getaway. Then someone started to shout something about "Heaving-up to" or similar things - frankly not what I was much inclined to do, well into the mouth of Salcombe, wot wiv it's rather narrowed entrance West side of the Bar! Seeing' as how he didn't look to want to argue, I did stop, for which I was rewarded with a sharp-end Boathook inserted into my cherished varnished Gunwales.
One of HMC&E officers stepped aboard and paused, looking a little puzzled. He asked where I sailed from and [surprisingly, given we were a couple of Fathoms off Salcombe Bar, well up from Starehole Bay!] where I was headed!! Where-upon, having been supplied with the information, he declared, it wasn't the boat they were looking for and hopped back on his Cutter, without further comment. To add insult, the Cox'n slapped the thing in reverse and pulled away. The resultant swirl of water from their prop took me straight for the Bar and it was a close call whether we could turn quickly enough to turn and motor round the end of it.
J