Black and grey manatee tattoo with red accents, wearing a top hat, monocle and red bow tie and holding a cane, on a limb.

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Dapper manatee in top hat

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A manatee wearing a black top hat with a red band, a monocle on a chain, and a red bow tie, holding a thin cane in one flipper. The body is shaded in soft greys with fine stippled texture on the skin, and the red accents on the hat band and bow tie stand out against the grey. The figure is centred on the limb with plenty of clear space around its outline.

Neo-trad Other Top hat Monocle Bow tie

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The tide had gone out from under Ruddock Castle and left the moat full of grey mud, which was why Mr Thaddeus Mowbray had to pick his way across on the stones, tapping the path ahead with his thin cane. He was a small, stout gentleman who had swum the Solway for longer than the castle had been ruined, and he took the crossing as a personal insult. His monocle swung on its chain against a chest like a sack of wet flour, and his red bow tie stayed exactly straight, which he regarded as the only dignity the morning had left him.

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Inside, the great hall had lost its roof to a century of weather, so the sky sat on the walls like a lid. Lady Cressida Ruddock waited beside the broken hearth with a teapot and two chipped cups, which was the most civil thing anyone had done for him in years. She had the dry look of a woman who had inherited a castle and nothing to heat it with.

"You're late, Thaddeus," she said. "The bell rang for the last time at noon, and I did not hear it."

He bowed, lowered himself onto a fallen column, and set his hat on his knee. "The sea was in no hurry to let me go. It rarely is with a gentleman who keeps proper hours."

She poured. Beyond the gatehouse the water crept back over the mud in a long silver sheet, and he watched it with the patience of someone who had waited for tides before. When it reached the arch and lapped the first step, he lifted his cup and finally smiled, the monocle catching the last of the light. "There," he said. "Now the castle is an island again, and I may stay for supper."