I cannot describe to you my sensations on the near prospect of my undertaking. It is impossible to communicate to you a conception of the trembling sensation, half pleasurable and half fearful, with which I am preparing to depart. I am going to unexplored regions, to “the land of mist and snow,” but I shall kill no albatross; therefore do not be alarmed for my safety or if I should come back to you as worn and woeful as the “Ancient Mariner.” You will smile at my allusion, but I will disclose a secret. I have often attributed my attachment to, my passionate enthusiasm for, the dangerous mysteries of ocean to that production of the most imaginative of modern poets. There is something at work in my soul which I do not understand. I am practically industrious—painstaking, a workman to execute with perseverance and labor—but besides this there is a love for the marvelous, a belief in the marvelous, intertwined in all my projects, which hurries me out of the common pathways of men, even to the wild sea and unvisited regions I am about to explore. Drag each tile to the correct box.

Place the paraphrases in the correct logical order to a summary.

He shares that it will be dangerous, but he is attracted to the mystery of it all.

He will travel to new, unknown areas like an old seaman does.

The narrator shares that it is hard work, but he loves the adventure of the seas.

The narrator says he is afraid to go but is excited at the same time.

The narrator explains that he cannot fully describe how he is feeling.