Black and grey photograph of a man seen from behind, with a skull tattoo and other tattoo work on his upper arm and forearm, wearing a dark t-shirt with a printed slogan.

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Black and grey arm tattoos with a slogan tee

Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A man is photographed from behind in black and white, wearing a dark t-shirt printed with a slogan in white capitals and a white cap. Both arms are visible, with a skull on the right upper arm and detailed, shaded patterns covering the left arm and right forearm. The shading is in greys and blacks, and the busy street background is softly out of focus.

Upper arm Forearm Skull Sleeve Shading T-shirt Cap

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fog came down on the third week out of Bristol, thick as wool, and the mate of the Hesper went to the captain's cabin to say they had lost the coast. Captain Orla Venn was eating biscuit with a knife. She told him to cut the anchor line and let the ship drift where the current wanted it.

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Her grandfather had sailed these waters with a chart in one hand and a prayer in the other, and he had drowned for it all the same. Orla kept no chart. She kept a tin box of bones she had dredged from a wreck off the Scillies, and every night she set one on the rail to watch the water. The crew called them her quiet hands.

On the eleventh night a skull rose out of the murk beside the hull, grey as slate, its eye sockets full of shadow that moved like cloud. It said nothing. It only turned its jaw toward the north, and the fog thinned to a path of pale water. Orla followed it for a day and a night, and when the cliffs of home showed through the rain, the skull sank without a ripple.

The mate asked her afterwards how she had known to trust a thing with no face. She shrugged and said she had not trusted it, only sailed the way it pointed, which is a different thing, and the sea has never once cared which you call it. The tin box went back into the hold, and the next time the fog came, Orla went up on deck and waited, knife in hand, for the grey to decide.