Black and grey dotwork tattoo of a humpback whale swimming across the upper arm, with stippled shading on its body and knobbled head.

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Humpback whale on upper arm

Dotwork · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A humpback whale swims diagonally across the upper arm, with its tail fin at the top right and its pectoral fin and head at the lower left. The design is built from fine stippled dots and hatched linework, with dense dark shading on the back and lighter, sparser dots on the pleated underside. The image is cropped tightly around the arm against a plain grey background.

Dotwork Upper arm Whale Fin

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the step, it's slick with weed, and sit where the wind can't get at you. Right. You'll have heard of the winter the herring went north. Nobody in Porthgwidden ate anything but bread and rumour that year, and my uncle Jory was the only man with a boat still in the water, because he'd sold everything else to pay the coal man.

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The whale came in on a Tuesday, the way they do when they've lost their way, slow along the reef with its great fin lifting out of the water like a hand waving someone home. Jory said it was the most patient thing he'd ever seen. It lay off the point for three nights, humming down in its belly where you feel it through the planks more than hear it. Folk came up the cliff path with lanterns just to listen.

On the third night a boy called Eli Trewhella took the skiff out alone with a paraffin lamp hung off the bow. Nobody knows what he said to it. His mother swore he came home with his cap full of water and a face like he'd been let into a secret. The whale turned, slow as a church door, and rolled its long pale belly toward him, the ridged folds of it catching the light like the lines in a palm.

The next morning the skiff was tied up at the slip, lamp unlit, and the sea had gone quiet in the bay. The herring came back in February, mind, and nobody could say it was the whale and nobody could say it wasn't. Eli kept the lamp on his windowsill until he was an old man himself. I still see the glow of it when the mist sits low on the water, and I tell you, that's enough about whales for one night.