Black line drawing flash sheet of infinity symbol designs with script phrases, silhouette birds, stars, a heart and the word Books, with no body placement shown.

Infinity script and bird designs on a sheet

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

The sheet shows several infinity symbol designs on a white background. One reads where there is love there is life in cursive script, bordered by stars and a solid heart, and another has three silhouetted birds flying above an outlined infinity loop with the word promise beneath. A separate script word, Books, uses an infinity symbol in place of the letter o. The artwork is black ink only, with bold silhouettes and fine outlines.

Lettering Infinity Bird Heart Star Script Love Promise Book

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, you, and mind the pot. Aye, the big one. Now, the birds. Three of them came down out of a grey sky off the Hebrides the winter I was cook on the Margaret Ann, and they landed on the rail as if they'd been invited to supper. Swallows, the mate said, though swallows should have been in Africa by then. Nobody argued with him. You don't argue with birds that have made up their minds.

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The boy who sailed with us that voyage was called Tomas Reilly, fifteen years old and sick as a dog for the first week. He kept a length of tarred marline coiled in his pocket, and every night he'd tie it into a loop and talk to it low, like a dog he was training. I asked him what he was about. He said he was making a promise. A promise, I told him, has to have a beginning and an end, or it's just rope. He thought on that a long while, then pulled the two ends together and handed me the knot. It lay on my palm like the number eight tipped on its side.

The turn came off Cape Wrath in a gale. We lost the foresail, and Tomas went over the side to free a fouled line, and I went after him with the boathook. I got his collar. The birds were screaming over us the whole time, wheeling round like they'd been paid to watch. When we hauled him back, the first thing he asked was whether the marline had survived. It had. He'd kept his fist locked round it the whole way down.

So that's your promise, see. It was never about going on for ever. It's about the bit where you turn back and come round to where you started, and find someone still holding the other end. Now get that lid off before it boils over, and mind your fingers.