Colour tattoo of Charlie Brown and Snoopy from the Peanuts cartoon on the thigh, outlined in bold black ink.

Charlie Brown and Snoopy on a leg

Thigh · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows Charlie Brown seen from behind in his yellow zigzag-striped shirt, with Snoopy leaning against him in white with a red collar. Black outlines are drawn with a loose, hand-drawn line, and the figures are filled with flat yellow, tan and white ink with small brown and grey details. The design sits centred on the skin with plain background skin around it.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The cook on the Marigold Rose kept a bread knife in his belt and one firm rule about animals, which was that none were to come into his galley. So nobody remarked when the hound came aboard at Cork with the new galley boy, nor when it curled every night on the bench by the stove, pressed hard against the boy's back. The boy was called Tobias Pike. He wore a jersey his aunt had knitted from grey wool dyed yellow in a bad batch, with a black zigzag across the chest, and on his left hand an old leather glove he had found in a lost property box in Liverpool and never once taken off.

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The mate liked to throw a scuffed cork ball down the length of the deck at the watch, and Tobias ran after it every afternoon, and every afternoon the ball went through his fingers and into the scuppers. The hound, whose name was Mudge, fetched it back each time with no sign of pity.

In the third week out, off the Biscay, a sea came over the bow at supper time. Tobias went below for the big pot of stew, and Mudge would not follow him. It dug its claws into the boards and whined until the boy turned round. The ship heeled hard. The stove door swung open, and the pot that had stood where he stood went across the floor, fat and boiling, and broke against the bulkhead. Nobody was scalded. The cook looked at the dog, then at the boy, then at the wet shreds of carrot, and said nothing at all, which from him was a kind of speech.

They made Lisbon with the bench still warm. On the last evening before the boy went ashore for good, he threw the cork ball down the deck himself. It came back off the rail, and he caught it in the old glove and held it up. Mudge leaned against his shins with his whole weight and would not be moved.