Many have tried to tame her, to claim her, but hers is not a body that can be owned.
When men come to blows, when they get territorial and wage war, she is neutral. She carries her own laws. Her own set of rules.
Many have loved her. Lucky men think she favours them, others curse her for toying with them. Neither are right, for they mean nothing to her.
She can be calm. She can be stormy. She can sink both sides of a war, but it is nothing personal. The quarrels of men mean nothing to the sea.