Thanks to Donna McNichol for hosting the weekly Sunday Photo Fiction Prompt.
Photo courtesy of Artur Malishkevych
Jon and Barb had a wide circle of elite sycophantic friends who expected to be invited to parties aboard their yacht or holidays on their private island simply because they were loaded.
They hated it, especially when some simply turned up unannounced and uninvited when they had escaped to their personal retreat for a weekend of peace and solitude.
So rather than have notices offshore saying ‘shallow water’ or ‘reef’, they simply invested in a few old wrecks and anchored them on the sand spits not visible under the water.
It worked, because no-one wanted their own precious vessels to run aground and they left them alone.