White line drawing of two crossed arrows with the word adventure written in script along the shaft, on a black background, as a tattoo design.

Crossed arrows with adventure script

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

A white line drawing of two arrows crossing diagonally, with the word adventure in looping cursive along the longer shaft. The arrowheads are simple open outlines, and the feathered tails are drawn with short striped strokes and small dots. The design is monochrome on a textured black background, with a centred, balanced composition.

Lettering Fine line Arrow Script Feather

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The brothers came for their arrows on the last Friday in October, when the fen fog lay thick enough to lean on. Ada Penrose had the shafts ready on the bench, ash cut in spring and left to season, the feathers split and bound three to a shaft and striped in grey so they would not catch the eye of a hare in the stubble. Tom, the younger, turned the longer one over and asked what the word was that ran along it in her looping hand.

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"It isn't a word," Ada said, tying off the sinew. "It's where the arrow is going." Tom laughed, because he was nineteen and the road to Wrexley was a mile of reeds and a ferry, and nothing about it looked like going anywhere. Will, the elder, paid in silver he had counted twice, took the other shaft without a word, and the pair walked out into the grey with their bows over their shoulders and the fog closing behind them like a door.

Neither came back that winter. In March a carter brought a letter from a port called Harrowgate Quay, written in Tom's cramped hand. The ship had a fair wind, the sea was bigger than anyone had told him, and he had lost his arrow crossing a flooded ford outside Lincoln. Will's shaft came home in a crate that July, unbroken, with no letter at all.

Ada hung it above her forge door, crossed over a fresh one she had made to fill the gap, and set the word facing out toward the causeway. Each morning she lit the fire, checked which way the arrows pointed, and found them pointing out, toward the road, where the fog had started to thin.