Black and grey tattoo of cartoon characters Jack and Sally inside an ornate baroque frame on a forearm.

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Jack and Sally in an ornate frame on a forearm

Neo-trad · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows two animated characters, a pale skull-faced figure with a black eye socket and a stitched rag-doll figure with large round eyes, shown close together inside a decorative scrolled frame. The linework is fine and the shading is soft and smooth, with stronger blacks behind the figures and lighter greys on the faces. The image is entirely black and grey, with the frame filling most of the composition against a dark, out-of-focus background.

Neo-trad Forearm Jack skellington Sally Ornate frame Cartoon character Skull Scroll

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The boat that carried the stitched girl out of Harrowgate harbour had no name painted on her bow, only a looking glass screwed to the stern, and her captain was a bone-white man who never once turned his head to look at the water. Sailors on the quay said he smelled of cold candle wax and autumn leaves. He took passage for two pennies and a promise, which was the only payment the harbour master's ledger had ever recorded as fair.

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The girl had come down to the docks with a reel of thread and a needle she used to mend other people's nets. Every evening she sat on the mooring post and sewed the seams of her own sleeves closed again, because the wind kept pulling them loose. Her mother had stitched her from grey linen the year the sea took her father, and had told her she would hold together as long as nobody tugged at the thread. The captain asked for nothing but the reel. She gave it to him.

Out past the bell buoy the sea went flat as slate, and the captain sat at the tiller singing very low about a moon that would not rise. They passed three islands that were only rocks shaped like sleeping dogs. On the fourth night the girl looked into the lantern glass at the stern and saw a second face looking back, round-eyed and stitched, smiling when she did not. She understood then that the reflection was the only true thing aboard, and that the captain had been steering by her.

They came into Harrowgate at dawn, to the same quay and the same post. The captain stepped onto the stones, lifted his hat, and was gone before the gulls settled. The girl found her reel unspooled and tied round her wrist, every knot pulled tight, and her seams were whole for the first time in years. She never sewed them again. Whenever fog came in off the water she walked down to the post and waited for a boat with no name.