Part three begins with giving the reader and the mariner hope that not all is lost. He sees a ship approaching in the distance, and he shouts out to his crew mates that they are all saved. Unfortunately the ship approaching is a skeletal looking ghost ship.
Are those her sails that glance in the Sun,Like restless gossameres?
Are those her ribs through which the SunDid peer, as through a grate?
Too quick for groan or sigh,Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,And cursed me with his eye.Four times fifty living men,(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,They dropped down one by one.