Realism black and grey tattoo across a torso and ribs showing an 18th century woman in period dress beside a sailing ship.

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Black and grey portrait and ship across ribs

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A large tattoo covers the side of the torso and ribs, showing a woman in an 18th century powdered wig and ornate dress wearing a pearl necklace. A tall sailing ship sits above her shoulder, with a skull and winged ornamental details elsewhere on the skin. The work uses fine, detailed shading in greys and black, with the composition flowing across the curve of the body.

Realism Ribs Woman Portrait Sailing ship Pearl Skull Wing Ornament

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Hester, the roof of the east range came down in Tuesday's gale, so I have moved my table into the chapel, where the wind at least keeps to one side of the room. You will laugh to hear that the first thing I rescued was not the ledgers but Lady Ashcombe's portrait, which had hung crooked over the stair since the fire. Mr Pell said it was worth more than the lead off the roof. I think he was right, though I could not tell you why.

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The lady wears her powdered hair piled high and three rows of pearls, and she looks past the painter at something out to sea. Over her shoulder the ship that brought her husband home from the Indies is still painted under full sail, though the true ship went down off the Skerry the winter before he died. The pearls were said to have come up with the wreck. I have been through the inventory twice and find no mention of pearls, only a note in an old hand that reads: the sea keeps what it is owed.

Last night the wind dropped and I climbed to the battlements with a lamp. The harbour below was full of masts that were not there by day, and a little skull-shaped rock at the point seemed to nod at me in the moonlight. I stood there far longer than was sensible. When I came down, the portrait had been turned to face the window, and I had not touched it.

Pell swears he did it, but Pell cannot lift that frame alone, and he has been abed with the ague since Monday. I have decided to leave her facing the water. It seems only fair, since she has been watching it for a hundred years. Write soon, and tell Mother the roof is mended in my heart if not in fact. Your loving brother, Tom.