The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner

played with the creature. Then one awful day when the sun was setting I got my crossbow and did shoot the albatross. The crew was so angry and cross with me that they cursed me saying how I dare to have shoot the albatross. From then on we lost our fortune and a great and terrible mist or fog came upon us but just few days later the mist was gone and the crew were telling me that it was a good thing to have killed the albatross. Then everything was getting bad we were running very low on water until just yesterday when it all was gone, oh the torture how there is water all around us but not a drop to drink. Soon our lips were baked black, our throats dry as a bone; surely we would all die soon. But then from out of nowhere a ship sailed towards us, but then I realised how could it be sailing when there was no wind? Then it came between us and the sun (which lay on the east side) then it struck us it was a GHOST SHIP! The sun was like it had been imprisoned. It neared and then I beheld two figures on the ship and these two figures were the only people on board. One was wearing a cloak and was like the most darkness I had ever seen, all in one place, this must have been death. The others skin was as white as leprosy and lips as red as roses and she with no doubt, was life-in-death. They gambled over us death won the crew and life-in-death had won me. Later the men had all dropped dead, like lead. I was alone, alone, all, all alone on the wide blue sea I was left to sail on by myself but then the men rose and started to sail the ship, still with a cursed eye on me all the time. Then I saw amongst the fog that had formed, a light, could it be? It was the lighthouse from the shore we had sailed from. It was my homeland, and then amidst this moment of happiness the ship had started to crack, the ship was sinking. Then I saw a pilot and a pilots boy in a boat then, the hermit I saw, he would cleanse me of my sins but It was too late I had gone down with the ship and I don’t know how long I was left afloat but the small boat which I had seen had picked me out of the water and we were rowing for land. When we were at the land I praised god for allowing me to be there and then I asked the hermit to cleanse me and he did. But to this day I am cursed to tell my story over and over. Matthew Roberts 8A Mr. Richmond English H2