Black and grey fine line jellyfish tattoo with long trailing tendrils on the side of a person's abdomen, beside a navel piercing.

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Jellyfish tattoo on the side of the stomach

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A jellyfish with a shaded bell and long, thin trailing tendrils, drawn in black ink. The tattoo sits on the side of the torso, angled diagonally downward. The close crop shows bare midriff, a teal top and white shorts, and a navel piercing.

Fine line Other Jellyfish Tentacle Sea creature Ocean

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The jellyfish came in on the spring tide, the way the bad weather always did on Skerrow, and my uncle Eoin found it stranded in the bladderwrack below the slipway. Its bell was the colour of wet slate, darker at the crown where the light never reached, and its tendrils lay out across the stones like the threads of a loom someone had dropped and abandoned.

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Everyone on the island had a story about them. Granny Peigi said a jelly that stings you has done it because it is frightened, and you should never lift one by the bell. She said the old lighthouse keeper once kept a whole barrel of them in the store room, pale as candle wax, and that he read the tide from how they drifted. I did not believe her until I saw the one on the slipway tighten its bell and push itself, slow and deliberate, back toward the water.

Eoin wanted to bottle it for the school on the mainland. I took the bucket instead and knelt in the cold shallows, tipping the sea in with the creature drifting inside it, then waded out until the water reached my knees. The tendrils trailed behind it as it went, long and fine, catching the last of the light like a sketch that refused to be finished.

When I let go, it hung there a moment, then pulsed away into the green. Eoin asked me why I bothered. I told him the sea needed one thing on Skerrow that nobody had drawn a line around yet. He laughed, and we walked home with our boots squelching, and the tide came in over the place where it had been.