Fine line black script tattoo reading fearless across the inner wrist, with coral nail polish visible above it.

Fearless script on a wrist

Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A close view of a thin, single-line script tattoo spelling the word fearless across the inner wrist. The linework is fine and even, in dark ink with no shading, and the lettering runs diagonally from left to right. The soft-focus garden, hedges and white furniture in the background are out of focus, and fingers with coral nail polish appear at the top of the frame.

Fine line Lettering Other Script Word Fearless

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell Garrity had been sign-writing in Whitby for thirty years before anyone asked her to paint a word that wasn't a price or a pub name. The lifeboat coxswain wanted it on the stern of the new boat, in the same looping hand his father had carried on the bow. "Something that says what we are," he said, turning his cap round and round in his hands.

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She thinned her enamel, black on white ground, and loaded a number-two sable with the care of someone threading a needle. Script wants a steady wrist and no hurry. She worked from the left, letters leaning forward as if walking into weather. The f took her an hour. The l she did twice, because the first looked like it was trying to run off the edge of the board. The tide came in and went out while she worked, and the gulls stood on the slipway and watched her with their heads cocked.

When the last loop of the d was dry, she sat back on an upturned crate and found her hands were shaking, and it was not the cold. The coxswain's boy, Tom, asked whether she'd got it right. She said she had got it as close as her hand allowed, which was the most anyone could promise about a word like that.

Two winters later the boat went out in a northerly and came home with all six men aboard. The stern lettering was scuffed to grey, but still legible under the harbour lamps. The harbour master told Nell about it over tea and said nothing of bravery, only that the boat had come in exactly as it had gone out. She walked down to the slip the next morning with a rag and a jar of turps, and cleaned the letters until they showed black again.