Miley Cyrus

Which opening paragraph is better?

Which paragraph is better to start my book with?

just some background: In the first and second they are camping on the beach. In the third they are at home and Bri breaks a vent. Its an adventure story about them losing their parents.

1)The waves rocked steadily against the shore, pulling sand into its salty hands. I stood at the edge of the water and I could make out the faintest etching of a ship on the horizon. I stumbled into the water and I began to kick towards it with an odd sense of urgency. All of a sudden, the waves began to rise around me, they lurched and collapsed onto each other and I was tossed under the water. I was beginning to panic when I saw a pinprick of sunlight above the water. I tried to pull and kick myself towards it but it moved upwards with me, I felt the air slipping away from me and the edges of my vision began to darken.

2)Basil Audentia awoke to the sudden grasp of cold water on his bare toes. Half-awake, he turned and reached across the mattress but felt only the soggy blanket under his fingers. Looking around, he realized he was completely alone. He scrambled to his feet and hurtled out of the tent. The tide had come in, and the small plastic tent pitched on the beach was drenched in a few feet of frigid sea water .Picking his way through the floating remains of their campsite, he scanned the horizon for a glimpse of his sister, Brigitte. He began to panic; she was nowhere to be seen. Basil was ready to shout her name when a hand wrapped around his ankle and pulled.

3)The waves rocked steadily against the shore, pulling sand into its salty hands. I stood a safe distance away, cautiously observing the pounding surf. Without warning, the water surged, heaving like a crazed animal it lunged at me. I tried to run but the sand fell away from underneath me and I began to slip towards the churning water. Just as the black waves began to collapse onto me, I heard a muffled crash.
I sat up in bed, nauseous, damp with sweat and confused. I looked over to see if my sister, Brigitte had been awoken by the crash. She was nowhere to be seen. Putting two and two together, I hurtled out of bed. It didn’t take me long to find her, I walked straight through the centre of the thick cloud of dust that was billowing in the hallway. BY the time I reached the source, the dust had settled, and I could make out the scene before me.
An aluminum vent had crashed through the ceiling and was lying crumpled and twisted on the floor of the small room. Brigitte stood ankle deep in plaster with a look of confusion, shock and guilt on her dusty face. Before I could ask what had happened, she began stammering an apology.
“I am so sorry Bas!” she said “I saw the vent in mom and dad’s room last night, and I thought that I could fit in it!” I sighed. I knew where this was going.
“So, this morning I woke up early and I thought I would give it try, you know, just to see where it goes and I went a long way Bas! It’s really amazing in there. So I got up here and I thought I would crawl over to mom and dad’s room and wake you up, but I guess I took a wrong turn and…” she gestured to the heap of metal “I am really sorry… I’ll make sure mom and dad know that you had no part in this” I sighed again, it was a huge mess and it would take us ages to clean but she looked so upset I didn’t have the heart to be mad at her. “Go get cleaned up” I said “we’ll clean up after breakfast”