Black and grey realism tattoo of an eagle head, a rose and a compass and pocket watch on an upper arm.

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Eagle, rose and compass sleeve on upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A large sleeve-style tattoo shows an eagle's head in profile above a rose, with an eagle's wing and a compass and pocket watch below. The shading is soft and detailed, with smooth gradients, fine feather texture and strong highlights and shadows. The piece is entirely in black and grey ink and fills most of the frame against a grey sleeveless top.

Realism Upper arm Eagle Rose Compass Pocket watch Wing Sleeve

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The harbour at Skerrow had one eagle, and everybody agreed it had come from the north with the lighthouse keeper's gear, though nobody could say who had let it stay. It sat on the chimney of the chandlery and watched the boats go out. Old Maud Tennant said it had been a fisherman's bird once, belonging to a man called Ansel Pike, who had lost his wife to the rocks off the Carrick reef and had gone looking for her with a compass and his grandfather's pocket watch.

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Ansel trusted the eagle's word for direction, because it flew higher than any gull and could see the reef's white edge in weather when no lamp could. Every dawn he wound the watch, checked the needle against the sun, and set out. Seasons passed. The rose he carried in his coat, pressed flat in an old psalter, went the colour of weak tea. Each time he came back empty-handed, the eagle was waiting on the chimney, and the harbour children would dare each other to climb the wall and touch its foot.

On the last night of the year the wind swung round and the sea went quiet in a way Maud did not like. Ansel did not go out. He sat on the quay with the watch open on his knee, and the eagle came down and settled beside him, heavy as a sack of coal. Neither of them spoke. When the watch ticked past midnight, the eagle lifted off towards the reef, the sea rose in a long slow swell, and in the morning Ansel's boat was tied at its mooring with a rose laid across the thwart.

Maud never said what that meant. She said only that the eagle stayed on the chimney after that, and the children stopped daring each other to touch it, because it had begun to look as though it was waiting for someone else to come home.