Black fine-line geometric tattoo of an inverted triangle crossed by a line above two overlapping upright triangles, placed centrally on the chest between the breasts.

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Geometric triangles on the sternum

Fine line · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A close black and white photograph of a torso showing three small geometric shapes: an inverted triangle with a horizontal line through it, above two overlapping upright triangles. The linework is thin, even and solid black, with no shading. The shapes are centred on the sternum, with plenty of empty skin around them.

Fine line Geometric Chest Triangle Geometric shape Line

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the chalk, Tomas, it's still wet on the wall. No, leave the net alone, that's the Brightwater knot and you'll have your thumbs in a tangle. There. Now listen, because I'll not tell this twice in one season.

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The marks on the harbour wall at Skerry Haven were the boats' own. Every hull had three, cut into the lintel above the slip by whoever first launched her. The inverted triangle with the bar through it belonged to the Constance Lowe, a sour old tub that came home empty more often than not. Her skipper, Edwin Rook, swore the bar was the weather, a line drawn through the water, and that the water had never once given him a fish when he wanted one. The two upright triangles, one sitting over the other like a hat set on a hat, belonged to the Mercy Anne, who always came back with her hold full and never said where she'd been.

Edwin and Ada Quint, the Mercy's widow, had not spoken since the spring of the great blow. Then in November the Constance went out in grey water and did not come home. Ada walked the wall at dusk with a lamp, counting the marks in the dark, and she stopped at Edwin's sign for a long time. 'He drew his line through the sea,' she said to nobody, 'and the sea never forgave him for it.'

Next morning she came down with a bucket and a rag and scrubbed the chalk off the lintel, all but the bar. Then she stood the Mercy's two triangles beside it, one over the other, and went home to put the kettle on. Some say the bar is still there under the salt, and that you can see it at low tide if you know where to look.