Then Riggs upped the ante, and we headed toward the coastal area northwest of Ventura. We were no longer formation flying, but cruising a few hundred feet behind the other airplanes. Riggs brought the Lancair way too close to the water. We appeared to be at the same altitude as the crest of some of the waves, and there were several birds in the area. I was definitely uncomfortable, but I made the mistake of not speaking up. The other pilots played with the contours of the shoreline, cruising very close to the water, then each of them pulled up into a steep climb.