To those unfortunate few:

Through coincidence, fate, or corrosion we have come to this circumstance.

I have built a ship that needs a crew; a crew known as the unfortunate few. So throw down your blessings for few tides are resting, and those not resting are coming for you.
Don’t dare stand on faith for few will not snare.
Those above will not hear you while you’re gasping for air.
So if you have many loved ones, you can call them by name in the moments you fear you’ll never see them again.
Not for fame. Not for future. For now, together.
So come you reckless, pitiful crew.
Live long in glory as the unfortunate few.

– S.e Elliott