Two matching black fine line knot tattoos on the inner wrists, with a small celestial stack of sun, moon, star and sparkle motifs below one of them.

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Matching knot tattoos on two wrists

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two wrists are shown side by side, each with the same interlocking knot motif in black ink. The right forearm also carries a vertical column of small motifs beneath the knot: a sun or moon face, a crescent moon, a five-pointed star and a sparkle. The linework is thin and even, with no shading, and the image is entirely black ink.

Fine line Forearm Knot Matching Sun Moon Crescent moon Star Sparkle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dorcas had tied the same knot three times before the boy on the quay stopped pretending not to watch. "It's only string," he said. "Strings don't mind being tied wrong." She drew the loop tight until the three bights lay flat against each other like hands clasped under a table. "This one isn't for the boat. It's for whoever holds the other end when the fog comes in."

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The old net-mender at Scarrow had taught her the trick years back: a knot that looked finished from above but could only be loosened by two people pulling from opposite sides. Nobody in the harbour believed it until the autumn the Brannock went down off the point, and the men who came home swore they had felt a line tug at their wrists in the dark.

Her sister Hester came down the steps with the lantern, the one with a sun scratched into the glass, a crescent moon beside it, a star and a spark for the nights the light caught the water. They had cut those same signs into the tally board for the tides when they were girls. Hester held out her wrist without a word.

Dorcas knotted the string around it, then around her own, and lifted their arms together so the lantern light fell across both knots. "Now neither of us can go out alone," Hester said. "Neither of us can," said Dorcas, and the boy on the quay, who had heard enough, went home for his supper.