Traditional style tattoo of a blue cartoon baby figure with a dagger, heart, skull and flower design on the forearm.

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Cartoon baby with dagger and flower tattoo

Traditional · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A bold-outlined cartoon baby with red cheeks and an orange tuft of hair is tattooed on a limb. Its blue body is filled with smaller black-line details including a dagger, a heart, a skull, a flower and leaves, with small star marks scattered across the skin. The flat colour fills and heavy black outlines are typical of traditional tattooing, and the figure is shown against plain skin and a partly visible second tattoo at the edge of the frame.

Traditional Forearm Dagger Heart Skull Flower Leaves Star

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The paint was meant for the wheelhouse, not for a baby, and Ada knew it when she stirred the blue with a splash of her father's engine black. Nobody in Brixham had ever seen a Kewpie doll outside a shop window, so the lads on the Constance Mary decided he was a mascot and tacked him above the galley hatch, where the cook kept banging his head on him.

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Dennis did the fine work with a sail needle and a tin of Indian ink, because he had the steadiest hand on the boat and the least patience for anything that wasn't wet. A dagger went on the raised left arm. A heart sat on the belly where a sailor keeps a girl's name, and a skull for the three boys the Dogger took in '62. Ada wanted a flower too, with leaves, because every boat needs something that grows. Then she dotted white stars across his blue skin, small and hard, so he could find his way home in the dark.

The Constance Mary took green water over the rail in February, somewhere off the Eddystone, and the galley hatch tore free of its clips. Dennis found the baby wedged behind the fish boxes the next morning, cold but whole, his fists still up as if he were winning an argument with the sea.

They hung him back where he'd been. Nobody mentioned the dent in his forehead, and Dennis never said why he touched it every time he climbed the ladder.