midnight
I was speedily tucked away in the upper berth , where I felt a trifle more easy at first . My clothes were placed on a narrow shelf at my feet , and it was a great comfort to me to know that my pistol was so handy , for I made no doubt we should fall in with Pirates before many hours . This is the last thing I remember with any distinctness . At midnight , as I was afterwards told , we were struck by a gale which never left us until we came in sight of the Massachusetts coast . For days and days I had no sensible idea of what was going on around me . That we were being hurled somewhere upside-down , and that I did n't like it , was about all I knew . I have , indeed , a vague impression that my father used to climb up to the berth and call me his `` Ancient Mariner , '' bidding me cheer up .