Traditional colour tattoo of a globe showing continents and latitude lines, with yellow and green leaves and a red rose below, on the upper leg.

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Globe with leaves and a rose on a leg

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A globe with green, blue and yellow continents and black latitude and longitude lines sits above a spray of black-outlined yellow and green leaves. A red and yellow rose or flower head sits at the base, with a red glow behind the top of the globe. Bold black outlines and flat, solid fills give the piece a classic traditional look, photographed close up on a fleshy limb.

Traditional Other Globe World map Continent Leaves Rose Flower Sun

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Cook Teodor Vance had the galley to himself at five, which was the only hour the Halvard Rose belonged to him. He scraped porridge from the pan and watched the sun try to lift itself out of the Bay of Biscay, a smear of red behind the cloud, the same red the chief engineer's wife had once painted on the tin globe nailed above the hatch.

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The globe had been a joke at first. Someone had bought it in Valparaíso for a dollar and the continents were already flaking off. Teodor took it down, sanded it, and redrawn the lines of latitude with a ruler and a pot of black enamel, because a ship's cook who could not get the Atlantic right was a poor sort of cook. Green for the forests, yellow for the deserts, blue for the water that did most of the work. Under it he pinned a small brass rose from the second mate's ditty box, the one that had belonged to a man lost off the Horn, and wrapped its stem in tarred twine so it would not rattle.

Days later the ship made Lisbon with a cargo of salt and one stowaway, a girl of fourteen who had hidden behind the flour sacks and cried when they found her. Teodor fed her before anyone asked questions. She stared at the globe while she ate, tracing the coast of Africa with a bitten fingernail. 'Where's home?' he asked. She put her finger on the red glow behind the top of the sphere. 'There. Where the sun comes up first.' He had not the heart to tell her the paint was only paint, so he let her keep the spoon.