Ancient mariner suddenly dreamt about the buckets on the deck filled with dew, and then he woke up, and when he woke up it had rained. His throat  was almost as if frozen, and his body was drank. In the distance he heard a roaring wind but it didn’t come any near.The sound shook the sea and ship. He saw in the distance one lonely black cloud in the corner pouring rain. Loud lightning strucking the lonely cloud. The loud roaring wind covered the ocean but still never reached the ship.

The dead men on the ship did groan, a noise which spread everything across the ocean. They groaned for longer, and suddenly they stirred, and they all up rose. None of them moved an eye, it had been strange for the ancient mariner even for a dream. he was confused to see dead men rise again as if they hadn’t been dead before. in front of his eyes his brother rose up, knee to knee, and helped him to hold the rope. All the dead men began to try and stir the ship like they usually all did.

Suddenly ancient mariner began to feel something moving  the ship softly and smoothly  forward coming from the beneath, he thought he it was a spirit. the sun caught his attention when he looked away the ship was moving in a consistent smooth pace. However he felt the ship moving forward and backwards aggressively. Suddenly it made a sudden pound ancient mariner banged his head on the ship wreck and blood flooded his head. The spirit was actually the albatross that the ancient mariner shot with the crossbow.

The 10 lines for poetry by heart:

Day after day , day after day,

we stuck, nor breath nor motion,

as idle as a painted ship,

upon a painted ocean.

the very deep did not, o Christ, that ever should be,

yea, slimy things did crawl with legs,

upon the slimy sea,

about, about in real and rout,

the death fires danced at knight