Colour traditional tattoo of a man's head in a glass jar with red and orange flame-style lettering, shown on a limb.

Man's head in a jar with flaming lettering

Traditional · Other · Colour · Photo

A cartoon-style man's head with a grumpy expression sits inside a blue-tinted glass jar, with bubbles rising beside it. Red and orange flame-shaded letters sit above and around the jar, and two orange flame shapes appear to its right. Bold black outlines and flat colour fills dominate the design, which is photographed close up on a limb with a dark background at the edge of the frame.

Traditional Other Jar Glass Bubble Lettering Flame Cartoon face

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fog came in off the Solent at four, thick as wet wool, and you had the horn going before the kettle had even boiled. The foghorn at Cold Ness had a voice like a bull with a grievance, and you had never once tried to make it sound pleasant. Wind the weights, pull the lever, let it go. AARRROOOO rolled out over the water, the sound the ferries needed to hear before they found the rocks.

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On the sill sat Mr Gedge, or what remained of him, floating in a jar of cloudy brine with a bubble stone for company. Nobody had ever settled how he came to be there, and he never told the same story twice. Tonight he squinted at you through the glass. 'Too soft on the last O, boy. Give it gravel.' You told him the horn had no gravel in it. He said that was the whole trouble with the modern lighthouse service.

Out in the murk a bell answered, thin and frightened. Then a woman's voice came across the water, asking where the rocks were and whether anyone was there at all. You looked at the jar. Gedge's eyebrows went up and stayed there. So you filled your lungs and roared again, long and low, every flame in the sound pointing the way home. The answer came back as a single flat toot, and the little light of a launch slid past the point.

When the fog lifted at dawn, the bubbles were still climbing the glass. 'Adequate,' Gedge said. 'Now put the kettle on, and don't let them see you smile.'