Fine line black infinity symbol with script names on one wrist and small Roman numeral script on the other wrist, shown with both hands clenched.

Infinity symbol with script names on wrist

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Two wrists are shown side by side with the palms facing the camera and the fists touching. On the left wrist, a black infinity symbol contains two names written in joined script lettering. On the right wrist, a small line of script Roman numerals sits in black ink, and the linework is fine and even throughout.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The warp had to be spliced before the tide turned, and Mags Harrow was still picking tar from under her thumbnail when the boy from the harbour office came running down the quay. The Kittiwake was dragging her moorings in the swell and the pilot boat would not wait. Mags sat on an upturned creel, laid out three hanks of hemp, and began the endless splice her grandmother had taught her, tucking each strand under and over until the rope folded back on itself with no beginning and no end. A splice made like that cannot be undone by hand, only by cutting, and her grandmother used to say that was the whole point of it.

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Hal Dunning had kept the tally board in the net loft for thirty years, and it was his hand that cut the notch for every boat that came home safe. The winter the old pier fell, he had come up the steps with a chisel and asked her to mark the new bollard so the men would know whose work held it. She cut the Roman figures into the iron herself, six and two and the year, and he laughed at her for being so solemn about a few scratches in metal. He said nobody reads a bollard but the gulls.

The Kittiwake rode out the night on Mags's splice, and in the grey morning Hal walked down to the slip with two cups of tea and found her asleep against the loft door, her hands still wound in the last loop. He did not wake her. He sat beside her and watched the rope lift and fall with the water, going round and round without a seam to show where it began, and he thought that a thing made to hold ought to look like that.