Two black and grey realism tattoos on the forearms, one showing a key with eyes and the other a keyhole framing an eye above a classical bust.

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Eye and key tattoos on two forearms

Realism · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two tattoos sit on separate forearms. The upper one shows a large key with two eyes set into its bow, and the lower one shows a keyhole with an eye visible through it above a carved bust-like form. The work uses smooth, soft shading in black and grey ink, with fine detail in the irises and highlights against pale skin.

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Nineteen days out of Genoa, the bust began to watch me. I told myself it was the lantern, the way its light slid across the marble brow and pooled in the carved hollows of the eyes. But on the twentieth night, when I bent to the crate and put my own eye to the keyhole, something on the far side blinked back.

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Captain Ansell had been plain about the cargo. The bust was a likeness of a Bristol shipping man, commissioned in Italy and paid for in full, and it was to arrive unseen under sailcloth. I wore the crate key on a cord round my neck, the only key aboard that fitted the lock. Its bow carried two small eyes, cut by a locksmith in Genoa who had clearly enjoyed his joke. My mother used to say a key with eyes always finds its way home. I had never known what she meant by it.

On the twenty-first day the Marguerite took a sea off the Bay of Biscay that snapped the lashings like thread. I went down into the hold with my boots skidding in the bilge, and the crate had slewed against the bulkhead with the bust rolling loose inside. I had to open the lid. I turned the key, and the eyes on its bow caught the lantern and seemed to narrow against the spray, and I heard myself say, quite steadily, "Hold still, sir."

We reached Avonmouth with the cargo secured and the sailcloth stained. Ansell never asked what I had seen. I wear the key on a ribbon at my wrist now, and when the dockhands ask why a steward keeps a key that opens nothing, I tell them it's for watching the bust. It is still looking back.

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