Traditional style tattoo of a grey shaded crown with red gemstones on the forearm, with blue tape visible at the left edge.

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Crown with red gems on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A shaded crown with beaded edges, scrolled ornaments and a band set with red gemstones fills the centre of the frame. Bold black outlines define the form, with grey tones giving the metal a rounded, dimensional look. The tattoo sits on a forearm, with blue medical tape and a dark surface visible in the background.

Traditional Forearm Crown Gemstone Jewel Ornament

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Entered Thursday, the twelfth, one crown of hammered pewter, the sort a boy wears on the Sunday of the regatta. Eight red stones along the band, garnet by the look of them, though when I held my glass to them the light went through like boiled sweets. Mrs Penhallow swore they were garnets. Her late husband had them off a Lisbon cook in exchange for a bottle, she says, and she wants four shillings before the tide turns.

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I gave her three. She took it without argument, which told me she had lied about the cook. Men who drink in the Ship don't trade in garnets, they trade in promises. I set the crown on the shelf between a brass telescope and a sextant missing its mirror, where the lamp from the quay strikes the band at the hour the boats come in, and the red went up the wall like something spilled.

On Sunday the chandler's boy came asking for it. He had a shilling and a note in the mayor's clerk's hand, requesting the crown be held for the carnival float. Scarlet paper, tinsel, a King of the Sea for the parade. I told him the thing was pinchbeck and the stones were paste. He said nobody on the float would notice from the back of a cart, and he was probably right.

I redeemed nothing that week. The crown went out on Tuesday's cart, red stones knocking over the cobbles toward the harbour wall. I stood in the shop doorway with the ledger open and wrote in the margin: three shillings, paste, returned to the sea.