Fine line tattoo of a cartoon bear and small cub with light teal shading on a blue base, placed on the upper chest.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Bear and cub on the upper chest

Fine line · Chest · Mixed · Photo

A cartoon bear leans over a smaller cub, both drawn in thin black outline and sitting on a rounded blue-green base. The linework is clean and even, with soft teal and blue fill inside the base and little colour elsewhere. The design sits centrally on the upper chest, with the bear's head near the top of the composition and the base below.

Fine line Chest Bear Cartoon Animal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The raft was four blue oil drums lashed with orange rope, and it came into Gannet Cove on the turn of the tide with a bear sitting at the front like a passenger who had paid. Nobody on Inchgarrow had seen a bear before, not counting the one painted on the side of the Tern Inn, so my father stood on the slipway with his hands deep in his coat and said nothing for a long time.

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The cub was at the back, wedged between two drums, and it was the cub that worried me. It rested its chin on the rim of the nearest barrel with its eyes half shut, the way Mo's old goat looks before it lies down for good. The bear did not seem to mind us. It leaned over the little one, pressed its broad nose into the fur behind the cub's ear, and kept it there while the water slapped against the drums. I had been told all my life that bears were trouble. Nobody had told me they could be so tender about it.

Dad waded out to his knees, grumbling about insurance, and got a line across. We towed the raft in behind the ferry. When the cub finally lifted its head, a scrap of blue tarpaulin was snagged on one ear, and I thought of the sheet Dad had stretched over the creels last winter, how the wind had taken it straight out across the Sound and never given it back.

We kept them three days in the old net store. On the fourth morning the raft was gone from the slip, and the bear's prints ran down to the water, big and small side by side. Dad says a bear that size would have sunk those drums in an afternoon. I still keep one end of that orange rope in my coat pocket, in case the tide brings back another visitor.