We often remember the Titanic’s heroes and victims, but
forget the ship that answered its call.

R.M.S. Carpathia braved ice-laced waters to rescue survivors
from one of history’s most iconic tragedies.
She became a symbol of mercy and courage.
But four years later, Carpathia met her own silent end —
torpedoed by a German U-boat in World War I.

This poem is her voice.

A forgotten savior speaking one last time before slipping

beneath the waves.

Remember me?

You know me as the hero of Titanic—
I rescued countless passengers,
ferried them safely to shore.
As I pulled them from lifeboats,

I never imagined that, four years later,
I’d face the same fate,
calling Mayday to save my own.
I was content, sailing toward Liverpool,

the sea restless,
but nothing new.
I knew it would settle,
yield to my steady course.
It felt like a beautiful journey—
passengers dancing, drinking, laughing,
the crew basking in the rhythm of the waves,

sailing the eccentric me.
Little did we know,

we were breathing our last air of joy—
our last air of anything.
A German U-boat found me,
sent three torpedoes tearing through my hull.

My passengers perished.
And I, too, sank into the abyss.