Stuckinsediment
"Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. -Dover Beach M Arnold"
WIPE OUT!
"Looks like that wave really dumped you huh?"
'I think we should catch the next one back in, let's
head home"