Black and red lettering with a black anchor wrapped in red rope on the inner wrist, in a lettering style.

Anchor and slogan text on a wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

The design is printed text reading "I'M WITH AMANDA'S BACHELORETTE PARTY. IF I'M LOST, PLEASE BUY ME A DRINK", with the name Amanda picked out in red capitals. A black anchor with a red rope wrapped around it sits to the right of the lower lines. The text and anchor are crisp, with solid black ink and flat red, and the skin is plain against a pale grey background.

Lettering Forearm Text Anchor Rope Slogan

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Pull your stools in close, for the fog is rolling up Gull's Reach and I'll not tell this twice. Everyone on the quay knows about the card that came ashore on the Thursday tide. It was pinned to a bride's sleeve, and it read I'M WITH THE WEDDING PARTY in typewriter capitals, with a line underneath asking anyone who found her to buy her a drink if she went astray. Beside the words, somebody had knotted a red rope round a black anchor, as if the sea itself had been asked to vouch for her.

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Her name was Constance Hale, and she had come down from the inland towns with eleven women, a crate of paper bunting and a bottle of cheap sherry that tasted of pennies. They had missed the coach, then the ferry, then their own good sense. By the time they stumbled into the Drowned Lamp, the fog had swallowed the road home and the lamps were lit.

Bess Tanner, who has kept that bar for forty years, read the card twice, looked hard at the rope, and poured eleven measures of rum without a word spoken. The fishermen argued until the dawn bell over whether the anchor was for holding on or for setting off. When the light came grey through the windows, the wedding party had gone, bunting and all, and the only thing left behind was the card on the bar, with a pencilled line added in a hand nobody recognised: Found, and fed.

Bess has it framed now, next to the tide tables. Every spring a fresh bride walks in asking after the one who was lost, and every spring Bess looks up from the taps, pours her a drink anyway, and tells her the sea gives back what it's asked nicely.