Small black anchor tattoo with a red heart at the top of its shaft and red script reading Hebrews 6:19 below it, on the side of the upper arm.

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Anchor and heart with Hebrews 6:19 on upper arm

Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

A solid black anchor with a small red heart above the shaft sits on the side of the upper arm, with the words Hebrews 6:19 written beneath it in red script. The anchor has filled, dark linework and the lettering is thin and cursive, giving a simple, clean composition with the text centred under the motif. The skin is lit warmly, and a white garment is knotted across the top of the frame.

Upper arm Anchor Heart Bible verse Script text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The barge Patience had been grounded on the Ouse mud since Tuesday, and Nell Rawle had spent three days watching the water drop an inch at a time. Her father's grapnel, the old iron anchor the family called the Hopper, had gone over the side during the flood that took the sluice gate. Nobody expected to see it again. Her brother had already agreed a price with a man from King's Lynn who bought dead boats for their timber.

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On Friday the tide came back early and lifted the hull a foot. Nell took the punt out with a boathook and a length of rope knotted to the wheelhouse post. The water was the colour of strong tea and smelled of cut reed. She dragged the hook along the bottom in slow loops, counting strokes the way her mother had taught her to count the chimes of the church clock, until it caught on something that did not give.

It came up streaming, black and heavy, its flukes furred with weed. Her mother had painted a verse about anchors on the wheelhouse board years ago, and Nell had always thought it a soft thing to put on a working boat. Now she turned the iron over in the thin sun and found the small red heart her father had stamped into the shank near the ring, a mark he never explained and she had never asked about.

She made the anchor fast to the stern cleat, not to hold the boat, only so she could look at it, and then she went below to tell her brother the barge was not for sale. When she came back up, the iron was still dripping onto the deck boards, leaving a dark ring that dried slowly in the sun.