Black line drawing of a ship's anchor woven through an infinity symbol, with the words Love anchors the soul and Hebrews 6:19 and a small outline heart, shown as a tattoo design.

Anchor and infinity design with scripture quote

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A black ink line drawing of a ship's anchor with its shank passing through the loop of an infinity symbol. The handwritten script reads Love anchors the soul. Hebrews 6:19, with a small outlined heart beneath the anchor's arm. The linework is clean and uniform on a plain cream background, with no shading or colour.

Fine line Lettering Anchor Infinity Heart Script Quote Scripture reference

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Cook Alf Pennock had kept the galley of the coaster Marisol for nineteen years and had never once lost a pan overboard, which he regarded as the only honest measure of a man at sea. On the third night at anchor in Scapa Flow, with the wind backing hard into the north-east, he stood at the scuttle with a ladle in one hand and watched the cable sing taut through the hawse pipe.

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Ruth Ferrier had written to him every week of his working life, and every letter ended with the same line, copied out from the flyleaf of her grandmother's Bible: hope, which we have as an anchor of the soul. He had teased her for the copying. She had told him the words were better than hers, and he had never argued.

Below him the bosun came down soaked, shaking water from his oilskins onto the galley deck. "She's dragging a fathom," he said. "Skipper wants the second anchor down."

Pennock took the stew off the heat, wiped his hands, and went out into the spray. The second anchor's shackle had been seized since Lerwick. He worked the pin loose with a hammer and a tin of paraffin while the deck heaved under him, thinking of the sketch Ruth had once drawn on the back of a seed packet: an anchor threaded through the loop of a figure eight, lying on its side like a sign for something that never came to an end.

The shackle gave. The anchor went down with a roar that shook the rail, and within the hour the Marisol had stopped her wandering. Pennock went back to the galley to find his stew had caught on the bottom of the pan. He scraped it into two bowls regardless, one for the bosun and one for himself, and in the lamplight he wrote to Ruth that the chain had held.