Black and grey compass rose tattoo with fine lines and dotted shading on the upper back of a woman in a white vest top, photographed from behind.

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Compass rose tattoo on upper back

Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A black and white photograph of a woman seen from behind, her hair falling over one shoulder. A compass rose sits on the upper back, with a four-pointed star, fine radiating lines and a ring of stippled dots around the edge. The shading is in black and grey, and the plain wall and white top keep the focus on the tattoo.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Melito sat cross-legged on the workshop floor in Rhodes with the bronze disc balanced on his knee, trying to make the lines behave. Eight rays first, then sixteen, then a ring of dots he had punched one by one with a bone awl until his thumb blistered. The captain Dorotheos wanted a wind rose he could trust in the narrows off Cnidus, and Melito had promised it by the new moon. The stars were easy. Keeping the lines true to the sun's shadow was not.

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Dorotheos came in at dusk, smelling of brine and pitch, and leaned over the disc with his thumb on the long northern ray. "This points at the harbour wall," he said. "Every hand on my ship will steer for the wall." Melito told him the north was fixed as long as the bronze lay level and the stylus was set by the gnomon at noon. Dorotheos said that nothing at sea stayed fixed for long, and that a chart which needed a level table was a chart for dry men.

They argued until the lamp guttered. In the end Melito cut the star as the stars were cut, with the wall drawn in as a small notch beside the north ray, so that anyone who knew the harbour would know where home lay. Dorotheos sailed on the morning tide without taking it. Four months later the disc came back through a boy from the quay, green with salt, a single grain of sand caught in the ring of dots. "The storm took the mast and the stars both," the boy said, grinning, "but the captain steered for the notch, and the notch brought him in." Melito turned the bronze over in his hands and found that the notch had worn bright from being touched.