What sea? Doesn’t matter to the ocean. No country, no sides, no speech on that “snotgreen”, Thalatta thanateon and so.
Emotions? Ebbing as these clouds. Like the night, it covers and puts us all in the same state despite differences: whether living or dead, silent or prolix, thinking or idling, we are but a joyful one in the sea (Odysseus says it, he heard it, he told us)