Black and grey traditional tattoo of a cartoon elephant wearing a decorated blanket, on the inner forearm.

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Elephant with patterned blanket on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A small elephant facing right, with a bold black outline, a dot for the eye and a decorated saddle blanket with dots and scroll motifs. The blanket and the ear are shaded with soft grey gradients, while the body and face are left as light skin. The tattoo sits centred on the image against a plain background of skin.

Traditional Forearm Elephant Animal Pattern Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The saddle cloth had split along the seam somewhere off Aden, and Tom Rudd was the only hand aboard the Caledonia who could sew a straight line in a moving hold. He sat on an upturned crate with the lamp swinging above him and the sea knocking hard against the hull. Parvati stood over him, patient as a pier, her great ear shifting every time the ship rolled.

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The cloth had been crimson once, though months of salt and coal dust had turned it the colour of old brick. Its dots ran in rows along the edge and the scrolls curled at the corners. Tom worked each stitch the way his mother had taught him for christening gowns, pulling the thread taut and biting it off with his back teeth. Once he asked Hallam whether Parvati minded the sea, and Hallam laughed and said elephants minded nothing but tigers.

The ship lurched in a long grey swell and Parvati leaned into the wall with a sigh that rattled the chains. Tom flattened himself against her shoulder and kept sewing. Her skin was warm and creased, and when he finished the last scroll she lifted her trunk and laid the tip against his sleeve, very lightly, the way a woman might check a loaf for heat. He tied off the thread and said, "There, you're decent now," and she blew air through her trunk as if she agreed.

At Gravesend the gangway came down onto mud and gulls, and Parvati walked off first, the new stitching bright along her back. Hallam shouted for the crate men. Tom stayed by the rail a while, counting the dots he could still see from the deck, until the tide covered the lower steps and there was nothing left to count but the water.