chunk: That bring the fog and mist.
  They soon find that they made a grave mistake in supporting this crime, as it arouses the wrath of spirits who then pursue the ship "from the land of mist and snow"; the south wind that had initially led them from the land of ice now sends the ship into uncharted waters near the equator, where it is becalmed.
  Day after day, day after day,
  
  We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
  
  As idle as a painted ship
  
  Upon a painted ocean.
  
  Water, water, every where,
  
  And all the boards did shrink;
  
  Water, water, every where,
  
  Nor any drop to drink.
  
  The very deep did rot â Oh Christ!
  
  That ever this should be.
  
  Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs,
  
  Upon the slimy sea.
  The sailors change their minds again and blame the mariner for the torment of their thirst. In anger, the crew forces the mariner to wear the dead albatross about his neck, perhaps to illustrate the burden he must suffer from killing it, or perhaps as a sign of regret:
  Ah! Well a-day! What evil looks