Black and white flash sheet of tattoo designs including a steak, pizza slice, pie, rope, knife, eye and several hand-drawn lettering pieces.

Black and white flash sheet of food and lettering designs

Traditional · Black and grey · Flash

A flash sheet of black ink drawings on a pale background, arranged across the page with no body or skin visible. The designs include a steak, a pretzel, a pizza slice, a pie, a rope, a knife, a fork, a bottle, an eye, a diamond and a clenched fist, alongside hand-lettered words and short phrases. The linework is bold and uniform with simple solid fills and small hatching, and the layout is loose and scattered.

Traditional Lettering Pizza Rope Knife Bottle Eye Diamond Fist Lettering Pirate

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Captain Ada Vance wanted her steak rare and she wanted it before the bell, so I slapped the joint on the grate with a knife in my teeth and swore at the gulls. Thirty-one hands ate off that galley, and every one of them had signed the articles in a tavern where nobody asked for a second name. I was called Pie because I made everything that way, a crust on top and a lie underneath.

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The trouble started with the pretzel. Bosun Haddock found a twist of rope in the flour sack and swore the dead had put it there. Dead pirates, he said, always came back for their supper, and he had seen a shadow at the hatch with one eye open like a cracked plate. I told him the shadow was the rum talking. He told me the rum had gone off, and so had my cooking, and that the captain had been asking after a cook who could make a pie that sang.

That night the galley lamp guttered blue. Three figures in salt-stiff coats stood by the stove, their knuckles white on the handles of knives they no longer had hands to hold. They wanted their share, the same as always, and they did not want it in the usual way. I cut the meat thin, salted it twice, and set a fork beside each plate, because a dead man can be made to behave if you give him manners.

The captain came down at the last bell and found them seated, quiet as church. She looked at the pie steaming in the middle of the table, lifted the crust with her fork, and laughed until the lamp flickered. Then she pushed the dish across to the dead men, who dug in with their fingers, and she said, eat it while it's hot, and for once in their drowned lives the dead did as they were told.