Black and grey realistic feather tattoo running along a forearm, with small dots near the wrist.

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Feather tattoo on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A large feather is tattooed along the length of a forearm, with the quill running from the wrist up towards the elbow. The barbs are rendered in soft grey shading with fine dark lines, giving the feather depth and a realistic look. A few small dark dots sit near the base by the wrist, and the plain stone wall behind the arm keeps the focus on the tattoo.

Realism Forearm Feather Quill

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Mags, the cook says the albatross we passed off the Horn was the last bird any of us will see for a fortnight, so I am writing this while the sky is still the colour of pewter and the ink does not freeze. You will not believe what the second mate did at the rail this morning. He pulled a long grey quill from his own coat lining, a pen-feather he had been carrying since Valparaiso, and he drew its spine across the wood of the bulwark as though it were a ruler. Nobody laughed. He said his father wrote the ship's manifests with one just like it, and that a feather keeps its shape longer than steel keeps its edge if you lay it flat and dry it in a book.

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I have been thinking of that all day, how the barbs hold together until someone pulls them apart. When the wind came round at four bells I watched a gull come down onto the spars, shake itself, and lose three feathers into the wake, and they floated away in a line like a tiny fleet, each one turning on its own axis. Nobody else seemed to see them go. I did. I wanted to go after them in the jolly boat, which is the sort of thing you would tell me is mad.

So here is my confession, Mags. I have kept the grey feather he dropped on the deck this afternoon. It is folded inside this letter, and when you read it, do not let the damp get to it. Tell Father I am well. Tell him the rigging is sound. I will post this at Montevideo if the agent is sober, and if he is not, I will keep it and bring it home myself.