Hahaahhaha, this was something like my one time getting any sort of hassle in the ocean on my handful of visits to the Hawaiian Islands. I think I detailed it on my one Kauai surf reports. (edit:
Trip report)
Haole guy, but more tan than I, paddles up to me to find out who I am and why i was there and how I really shouldn't be here and then, couldn't be here when it was 6 ft or more. Then he paddles over to the Hawaiian woman (who I had just been talking to...she went to school at Pepperdine or UCLA or something like that and was back home visiting), who waves her hand when asked where she was from (She says 'From here" and waves her hand like a game show host gesturing the the new car behind her that the player could win). And then it goes on a little bit until another guy paddles out. This Hawaiian gives me the stink eye, I smile and stay where I am (last section/end of the reef), he paddles over to the woman, they talk, he gestures to me, she shakes her head, points to the other guy, he then paddles over to the other guy, and a few moments later, loud haole goes in. After a bit of time, snagging some last wave of the sets when they got their choice, I get the nod to move up the reef. Smiles and saying thanks, talking about health of the reef seemed to really help as much as me not being stupid in the line-up.