Black and white photo of two feet in black shoes, with a black outline anchor wrapped in rope on the left foot and a ship's wheel with rope on the right foot.

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Anchor and ship's wheel tattoos on two feet

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Two feet wearing black shoes with studded trim are shown from the front, each with a black outline tattoo on the top of the foot. The left foot has an anchor wrapped in rope, and the right has a ship's wheel with spokes and rope detail. The linework is clean and uniform with no shading, and the photograph is in greyscale against a textured light background.

Other Anchor Rope Ship's wheel Nautical Feet Shoe

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The wheel came off the Constance Jane in a January gale, and by the time Dora Pell had dragged it up the slipway through the sleet, her brother had already decided the boat was finished. Hal stood on the quay with his collar up and his hands shoved in his pockets, saying the cutter was worth more as firewood than as a sail. Dora said nothing. She knelt on the wet stones and fitted her fingers into the spokes, feeling for the pin that had sheared clean through.

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They argued for three days. Hal wanted to sell the boat to a man from Blyth who paid in cash and never asked about the anchor, which had hung off the bow since their father's time. Dora wanted to take her to Whitby before the spring herring, wheel or no wheel. On the fourth morning the wind backed north-east, flat and clean, and Hal came down the steps with two flasks and said, without looking at her, that if they were going to drown they might as well do it on the right side of the harbour wall.

They sailed with the tiller lashed and Dora steering from a bar she had rigged across the stern. Off the headland the anchor began to drag, and when Hal's knife found the rope, the chain went down through the green water with a sound like a dropped bell. Hal watched it go, swore, then laughed until he coughed up half the sea.

At Whitby the chandler offered a new wheel for twelve pounds. Dora thanked him and said no. That night she hung the old one above the bar with the rope still coiled through its spokes, and when the fishermen asked what it steered, she gave them the same answer she had given Hal: nothing yet.