The waves had pulled her under before darkness took her.
He'd managed to miss the hurricane, though the waters were still rough and the waves high.
The other rider doffed her helmet, spilling waves of blond hair.
The waves seemed to be playing a game with me, and tossed me from one to another in their wild frolic.
She was closer to the top than to the waves, but the cliff had too few hand and footholds for her to try to climb.