Blackwork armband tattoo with white-line flowers and leaves on a upper arm, with the solid black background forming the band.

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Black band tattoo with flowers on an arm

Blackwork · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A solid black band wraps around the arm, with large white-line flowers and leaves cut into the black field. The petals are drawn with fine outlines and a few dark accents, and a thin stem or leaf sweeps down the left side. The design is in black and grey, and the band sits centrally in a tight, close crop against a dark background.

Blackwork Botanical Upper arm Flower Petal Leaves Stem Armband

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The cook's boy had been feeding the galley stove with the wrong wood for a week when the flowers came up in the coal tin. Nobody had planted them. Old Hesketh, who kept the stores and talked to the rats, said they had come from a seed bag a woman in Lisbon had sold him, and that they would only bloom while the ship stayed out of harbour. So the men kept the tin on the sill by the porthole and argued about it over their burgoo.

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By the third month the stems had climbed the bulkhead and bent towards the one lamp that burned all night. The cook, a man called Orrin Dacey, said it was a waste of good oil, but he was always the first to get up and trim the wick when the watch changed. The flowers were white at the throat and dark at the edges, like scorched paper, and they opened only after the dark had settled on the water.

In the sixth week the ship lay becalmed off the Azores and the casks went green. Dacey measured what was left and gave each man a cup at noon, and no more. Hesketh came to him in the second dog watch with the tin held against his chest. The soil was dry and the stems had gone the colour of tallow. Take the last bloom, he said, and boil it for the sick bay. Dacey cut the largest flower with his knife, and it bled a clear sap into the pot.

The wind came back two days later. Nobody drank the sap, and the men who had been sick got up and went on deck. The boy kept the tin on the sill until the coast showed grey, and when they came into the Tagus he set it on the quay beside the water barrels, so that whoever came aboard next would find a light already burning.