Move through the sea in great luxury. Travel for the wealthy In the middle, find a silent C

A board no chairman governs, Riding on silent witnesses below. The bold bring it to trial daily, And the pavement records every verdict. Some earn applause, Others leave evidence. Every appeal is heard in gravity's court, Where balance decides the sentence. What am I?

Woven threads and patterned dyes, beneath your feet I softly lie.

Sometimes when you get me you’re happy; sometimes you’re sad. Sometimes I give you a chance to win, and sometimes I give you a chance to see a judge. Sometimes I allow you to travel, and sometimes you stayed still in the wrong place. What am I?

There’s a World version of this thing that nations are trying to win right now. England may even win if they do better in shoutouts.