Black and white photo of a person's upper back showing a fine line compass rose tattoo centred between the shoulder blades.

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Compass rose tattoo on upper back

Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A black and white photograph of a person seen from behind, with their hair falling over the shoulder. A compass rose sits centred on the upper back, with N, E, S and W labelled and an arrow point at each cardinal direction. The tattoo uses black ink with fine lines and small shaded details, and the composition is framed closely on the back against a plain background.

Fine line Back Compass Compass rose North East South West Arrow

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The chart had lain on the trestle since Tuesday, and Mr Galloway would not let me ink the rose until the vellum had dried twice over. He said a compass rose was the only part of a chart anybody looked at first, and the only part nobody ever checked.

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The harbour master came in with the tide book under his arm and asked whether the north point was true. I said it was. He laughed and tapped the margin, where the variation was printed in small figures, nearly two degrees of drift since his father's survey. Mr Galloway had drawn the meridian straight up the page, the way his father had, and it would send a boat wide of the Skerry Gate by a cable's length if anyone trusted it in the dark.

So I set the dividers on the old line and walked the arc out with a hand that shook more than I liked. The eight points spread from the centre like threads held up to a lamp, each arrowhead sharpened on a sliver of nib. When I finished, the north arrow leaned a fraction east, and the whole rose looked slightly wrong to anyone used to it straight.

Mr Galloway came back at dusk, held the sheet to the window, and was quiet a long while. Then he took the pen from behind my ear, dipped it, and wrote beside the rose in his cramped hand: Trust the needle, not the page. I have never known him to admit an error, and he did not admit one then, but he pinned the sheet to the wall of the lamp room, where the fleet could see it going out.