Colour tattoo on an upper arm showing a red and maroon firefighter emblem with flames, a blue star of life and a grey wing.

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Firefighter emblem and star of life on upper arm

Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

A colour tattoo combines a red and maroon firefighter emblem surrounded by orange flames with a bright blue star of life. A shaded grey wing extends from the right side of the star. The bold colour contrasts with the pale skin, and the image is framed tightly on the upper arm and shoulder.

Upper arm Emblem Wing Flame

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bell at Calder Quay had been ringing for the best part of an hour when Ada Penhallow finally found her boots. Smoke was rolling off the fish sheds and up over the slate roofs, orange at its heart where the tar barrels had caught, and the men with buckets were losing ground to it by the yard.

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Her brother Tom came running up from the slipway with his red helmet already scorched along one edge. Behind him the harbour surgeon, old Dr Hallam, was backing his grey mare between the shafts of the gig, the blue six-pointed star painted on its door gone dull with salt. Nobody spoke. They had all seen what a fire did to a town built of wood and pitch, and nobody wanted to be the one who said it aloud.

They found the boy in the loft above the net store, sitting by the open shutter with a hand cupped over something small and grey. He would not let go of it until Tom promised to carry the gull out too. It was a young herring gull with one wing bent wrong, and the boy had climbed in for it when the barrels went up. Tom came down the ladder with the lad under one arm and a fistful of pale feathers, and the gull, miraculously, still breathing against his chest.

By first light the fire was only a sulking heap on the stones. Ada sat on the gig's step while Dr Hallam splinted the gull's wing with a lolly stick, and she tucked a single grey feather into her collar where it could not blow away. The blue star on the door had a black scorch running across one arm, but the rest of it still shone in the morning sun, and the gull, when they set it on the quay wall, lifted itself up into the wind as if it had never been hurt at all.