Black fine line tattoo of a globe with shaded continents and latitude lines on the inner upper arm, against a plain white wall.

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Globe tattoo on the upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A single globe is drawn in black ink with thin meridian and latitude lines, and Asia and the surrounding landmasses are shaded with dense hatching. The ink is almost entirely black and grey, with no colour. The globe sits centrally on the inner upper arm, with a white sleeve at the left edge and a plain pale wall behind.

Fine line Upper arm Globe World map Continent

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody aboard the Marguerite Jane believed the globe would survive the Bay of Biscay, least of all the cook, who had lashed it to the mainmast with a length of spare cable and a prayer. Old Hollis said it was the only honest thing on the ship, because it showed the world the way it was, all lines and no promises, and a man could put his thumb on any part of it and know exactly how far he was from home.

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They ran south of the Cape with the wind on the quarter and the ink on the globe going soft in the damp. Hollis spent his watches tracing the meridians with a fingernail, counting them the way other men counted beads. When the boy Abel asked why the great dark mass of Asia was hatched so thickly, Hollis said the mapmaker had been unsure of it, and had shaded in what he did not know until the knowing caught up with him.

Off the Sunda Strait the water turned the colour of weak tea, and a squall tore the globe from its lashing. It rolled across the deck and stopped against the scuppers, face up, with the islands of the East Indies just showing above the rail. Abel fetched it back and found Hollis gone quiet, one hand resting on the equator as though it were a thing that could still bend.

Hollis never said what he had been counting. But when they made landfall at Batavia he had Abel scrape the old lines clean with a penknife and redraw the meridians himself, one for every year he had been at sea. Then he set the globe on the windowsill of the chandler's shop and went back to the ship without looking at it again, and Abel understood that a map is only ink until somebody has sailed it.