The ship quickly sank to the bottom of 'the ocean'.
We've sailed across hundreds of miles of 'ocean'.
There's a storm moving in from 'the ocean'.
(..) from the place? They must lie there. What hands are here? (LAUGHS) MACBETH: 'They pluck out mine eyes.' Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red. (..)2015 Macbeth