Black ink Deathly Hallows symbol with ornate filigree scrollwork on the inner wrist.

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Deathly Hallows symbol with scrollwork on a wrist

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A black ink tattoo of the Deathly Hallows symbol, a triangle enclosing a circle and a vertical line, sits on pale skin. The outlines and inner motifs are filled with curling, filigree-style scrollwork that also surrounds the outer triangle. The ink is solid black with no shading or colour, and the design is centred on a plain background of skin and dark upholstery.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Four days out of Falmouth the Morwenna's pump had sulked twice and the cook had lost his teeth to the bilge, so when Ada Pascoe came up from the lazarette with a tin box under her arm, nobody thought to ask what was in it. She set it on the chart table, levered the lid with a marlinspike, and tipped three things onto the oilcloth: a triangle of hammered pewter, a grey river pebble with a hole worn clean through its middle, and a length of silver wire coiled so finely it looked grown rather than made.

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"Grandfather's bet," she said, and nobody asked which one, because everyone aboard had heard of old Tobias Pascoe and his wagers. He had worked the pieces the winter the Lark went down, swearing to a chandler in Padstow that any man who carried all three would never be caught short at sea. The chandler laughed and paid him in brandy. Tobias never lived to say whether he had won.

Ada pressed the pebble into my palm, cold as a coin from a dead man's pocket. "The teeth went down with the ballast," she said. "Somebody has to fetch them, and you're the thinnest." I did not argue, because the cook had been feeding us biscuit soaked in tea for a day and a half, and a man will do foolish things for soup.

I went down through the hatch with the lamp in my teeth and the pebble in my fist. Under a cleat, wedged in the grime like two white shells, I found the teeth. When I came back up into the grey light, laughing and streaming, the silver wire had somehow come loose from the box and was wound twice around my wrist, as if the old man had reckoned I would need reminding where I had been.