Black blackwork-style eye tattoos with stylised linework on the fingers of clasped hands, with red painted nails against a dark background.

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Eye tattoos across clasped fingers

Blackwork · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Clasped hands rest on a white cloth, with a stylised eye design tattooed across each finger in solid black ink. The bold outlines are framed by thin bands of linework that wrap around the fingers, and the shading is mostly dark fill. The dim, warm lighting leaves the background in shadow, and the focus stays on the hands.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You learned to knot before you learned to swim, perched on an upturned creel on the Scrabster slip while Aunt Morag's needle went in and out of the twine faster than your eyes could follow. The sea, she said, was a lazy animal that wanted watching, and a net-mender's hands had to keep an eye on the work while the rest of her kept an eye on the water. That was the reason for the ink across her knuckles, a watchful mark on every finger, and you believed it the way children believe in weather.

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The Ellen Gunn went out on a Tuesday in March with four men aboard and a north-westerly behind her, and by Thursday the harbour had stopped pretending it might be wrong. Morag sat in the net loft with the Gunn's torn mesh across her knees and did not speak while she worked. You brought her tea and watched her hands. Each knot came quick and tight, each finger moving as if it could see the hole it was closing. Around midnight she held the mesh up to the lamp and said, "Nothing gets through here that I haven't looked at." Her voice did not shake, and that frightened you more than tears would have.

At first light the Gunn came round the point with her wheelhouse dented and all four men alive, one of them wrapped in a blanket and cursing the cold. Morag did not run down the slip. She went back to the loft and finished the last row of the repair, tying off each knot with a small tug, as though the boat had not yet arrived and the work still needed her. When you finally looked up, she was holding both hands open in the grey light, fingers spread wide, and the eyes on them were looking straight at you.

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