Booted by the King

There is actually a king here in Wallis, although it's an elected position (by the council of chiefs) for a set term of years.  His "palace" is on the waterfront in the main town, facing the anchorage where we have been happily anchored off and on for the past two weeks.  Today, I got a message from the Gendarmerie that we had to move.  No reason, just move down to Gahi Bay, a few miles away.  It turns out that the king didn't want to see yachts in front of his palace any more, so we (and two others) got the boot.