Black script tattoo reading Believe on the inner wrist, where the capital B forms a heart loop, with a blurred shoreline behind.

Believe script with heart on wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a fine black script tattoo spelling the word Believe across the inner wrist. The capital B curls into an open heart shape, and a small heart dot sits above the i. The background is a softly blurred shoreline of water and rocks, and the shot is taken at a slight angle.

Lettering Fine line Forearm Believe Heart Script Word Wrist

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The stew had caught twice by the time Dora Hale sat down at the galley table with the skipper's pencil and a sheet torn from the victualling book. Outside, the North Sea slapped the hull like someone impatient at a door. She had until the tide turned to finish the letter, and the only word she could not get down was the first one.

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Nell would read it at the kitchen table in Robin Hood's Bay, with the window open to the gulls and the kettle on, and she would want the plain facts first. The Margaret Lyle was sound. The new boy, Callum, could gut a herring faster than any man aboard. The skipper had cleared the ship's debts in the spring. Dora wrote all of that in the square hand the parish school had beaten into her, then sat with the pencil above the paper and could not begin the last line.

Her father had written one word on every birthday card he ever sent from the rigs, always underlined twice, as if the sea might argue. She had hated it as a girl. Now she pressed the lead down and made the B, and her hand, tired from the night's bread, let the loop of it curl back into a heart before she meant it to. She left it there. The i came after, and she gave it a small dot shaped like a full stop and was oddly pleased with it.

When she folded the letter the galley clock read four. Callum put his head through the hatch to say the wind had gone round, and Dora told him to fetch the flour sacks up from the hold before the water came in. Then she sealed the envelope with a smear of grease from the frying pan, wrote Nell's name across the front, and underneath, because it was true and she had never once said it aloud, the word her father had underlined.