Black and grey blackwork tattoo of the Deathly Hallows symbol, a triangle with a circle and vertical line, decorated with curling scrollwork, on the inner forearm.

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Deathly Hallows symbol with scrollwork on a forearm

Blackwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A black ink tattoo of the Deathly Hallows symbol, made up of a triangle, a circle inside it and a vertical line running from the apex to the base. Thick, solid black lines define the geometric shapes, and fine curling flourishes extend from the triangle's edges. The tattoo is shown in greyscale against pale skin, centred on the forearm.

Blackwork Geometric Forearm Deathly hallows Triangle Circle Line Scrollwork Swirl Symbol

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell found the three of them in the chart drawer of the Ellen Mary the morning after the blow, wrapped in oilcloth and tied with the same tarred twine that held the mainsail to its boom. Old Tobias had never once left things lying about, so she knew he had meant them to be found. There was a brass ring no bigger than a sovereign, worn thin on one side from years of a thumb rubbing it. There was a fathom of line, spliced at both ends. And there was a three-cornered plate of bronze, stamped with a circle, with a single bar cutting it from the point down to the flat edge.

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The harbourmaster had been trying to buy the Ellen Mary since Lent, and Nell had been telling him no since Lent. Her cousin Joss, who had crewed beside Tobias for twenty winters, reckoned the plate was a tally for the grounds past the Holm, the place where the cod ran thick in March and where the old man had lost his brother in '58. Joss wanted to sell. Nell wanted to know what the bar was for.

She took the boat out alone on the Tuesday, the sea flat and pewter-coloured, and steered by the church tower until it was small behind her. At the point where the bar on the plate lined up with the chimney of the Holm light, she cut the engine and let the line run out over the side. The ring came off the twine as easily as a wedding band from a cold finger. She watched it sink, a bright coin turning, until the water took it.

When she came back in, she hung the bronze plate on the wheelhouse hook where the lamp used to be, bar pointing at the harbour mouth, and she did not tell Joss what she had dropped over the side.