Black and grey botanical tattoo of an avocado half with a sprouting seedling, placed on a limb.

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Avocado and seedling sprout

Botanical · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A tattoo of an avocado outline with a solid round stone sits beneath a stem rising into five hatched leaves and two small curled tendrils. The outline is fine and even, with scalloped edges on the skin, and the leaves use hatched shading while the stone is filled with soft grey shading. The design is centred on pale skin with a plain pale background.

Botanical Other Leaves Stem Plant Fruit

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bosun said the stone would never sprout in a galley, where the smoke hung low and the sea came in through every seam. Mercy Dunn, who had cooked for the Parsley Wren for nineteen years, said nothing. She had been given the stone in Port Royal by a woman who sold fruit from a basket, and the woman had told her that a stone which looked like a drop of ink would wake when it was ready and not before. Mercy set it in a tin of wet sand on the sill, beside the salt pork and the bread bag, and forgot about it for three weeks.

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When she looked again, a split had opened in the stone and a pale root was feeling its way down into the sand. The men came to see it at the change of watch, crowding the hatch with their caps off as if it were a christening. Pieter, the youngest, asked whether it would bear fruit. Mercy said it would bear a stem first, then leaves, then whatever it liked, and that a thing which took its time was owed the same patience back. She watered it with the cold tea from the pot and turned the tin each morning so the light fell even.

By the time the Wren raised the Isle of Wight, the seedling had five leaves and two little curled tendrils at the base of its stem, and the bosun had stopped calling it a waste of sand. Mercy wrapped the tin in oilcloth and carried it ashore herself, down the gangway in the rain. Pieter asked where she was taking it. She said to his mother's, because the boy had gone into the sea off the Cape two winters back and the woman in Cowes had kept his bunk made up ever since. Mercy set the tin on the cottage windowsill, facing the water, and it was the first time in its life that the stone had seen land.