Two similar black infinity symbol tattoos on ankles, one enclosing an anchor and the other a feather, in a fine line style.

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Infinity symbol ankle tattoos with anchor and feather

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

Two ankles are shown, each with a black infinity symbol tattoo. The upper one encloses a solid anchor and the lower one encloses a feather, both drawn with clean outlines and dark solid fills. The skin tones are even and the background is a pale surface with faint red lines.

Fine line Ankle Infinity symbol Anchor Feather

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit yourselves down, the lot of you, and mind the band's cable, for I'm not telling this twice over the fiddles. There was a dance hall at the end of Saltmarsh Pier called the Kittiwake, with a sprung floor that bounced like a hen's back, and on Saturdays the whole town came up its boards in their best shoes. Two sisters came every week, Ada and Winnie Pryce, and they danced with nobody but each other, because the men had all gone out on the trawlers and the girls had learned to lead.

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Ada had a sailor of her own, a deckhand named Tom Hesketh, who promised he'd be back on the spring tide. He gave her a length of blue ribbon and called the sea a long road with good lamps on it. Winnie gave him nothing, for she didn't trust a man who couldn't sit still. But she was the one who stitched a grey feather into the lining of his jacket, and told him it would bring him home faster than any wind.

The spring tide came and went, and the trawler did not. Ada kept coming. Every Saturday she stood at the rail watching the black water, and every Saturday Winnie took her hand and turned her round the floor until the fiddler gave up on tunes and played whatever came to hand. They went round and round the way a figure eight is drawn on a slate, never stopping at the crossing.

The lad who brought the news had a sodden cap and nothing else of Tom's. Ada did not weep. She walked out to the middle of the Kittiwake's floor and began to dance alone, the way you do when the fiddler is too kind to stop. Winnie went to her, took her hand, and they turned the old figure again, looping and crossing and looping, until the last lamp went out and neither of them had let go.