Traditional style flash drawing of a dark anchor wrapped in gold rope, with two red stars, on a cream background.

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Anchor with rope and two stars

Traditional · Mixed · Flash

The drawing shows a dark brown anchor with a red-tipped crossbar and flukes, wrapped in a looping gold rope that runs down the shank. Two small red five-pointed stars sit to the left and right of the anchor. Bold black outlines, solid fills and soft shading on the anchor give it a classic flash sheet look, set against a plain cream background.

Traditional Anchor Rope Star

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain came sideways down Scaldgate market that Saturday, drumming on the tarpaulins over my father's fish boxes, and I was minding the stall because his knee had given up on standing. The anchor sat at the back against the crates, where Grandad had propped it the week he died. Nobody wanted an old anchor. Still, a man in a yellow cagoule stopped, turned it over in his hands and asked what it was worth.

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"Nothing," I said. "Grandad hauled it off the Mary Ellen in 1961, and the rope's been on it ever since." The gold had faded to the colour of weak tea, but the loops still ran down the shank in neat coils, two stars painted on either side like a pair of lamps left burning for men still at sea. The man ran his thumb along the rope and frowned at the knot near the crossbar.

"That's a sheet bend," he said. "Tied backwards. Whoever did this wanted it to come loose if you pulled the right end."

I thought of Grandad's big hands, and of Dad sitting up at night trying to work that knot out, swearing softly at a piece of rope that would not give. Dad had never once asked what it meant. I found the loose end, drew it through the loop, and the whole coil slid free into my palm, warm from the stall's heater.

The man paid me a fiver for the anchor and took the rope too, folded over his arm. I kept the two stars. They were still in the crates, red and dry, and I put them in my pocket before the rain got them.