Two small black anchor tattoos on the fingers of two interlocked hands, in a fine line style on the hand.

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Matching small anchor tattoos on two fingers

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two hands are held together with fingers interlocked, each showing a small anchor tattoo in black ink on the finger. The anchors have simple outlined shapes with thin lines and little shading. The photograph is taken close up against a wooden floor, with the tattoos sitting centrally in the frame.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The harbourmaster's wife swore the Penhallow girl would never come back from Newlyn, not with a Cornish boatman's promise in one pocket and a rope burn on her palm. Maud heard it all from the chandlery step, where she sat mending nets for three shillings a week and pretending not to listen. The gossip was wrong, as gossip usually was. Tamsin came back on the Thursday tide with her hair full of salt and a small black anchor inked on the side of her third finger, and she would not say who had put it there.

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What she did say, over tea in the back room, was that the needle man had been a Plymouth lad with cold hands and a steady eye. He had asked her to hold still while he drew the flukes, and she had thought of her brother's boat, the one that went down off the Lizard with all hands but his. The shank was for holding on. The crown was for coming back to. She said this as if it were a fact from a chart, and Maud did not argue.

In October a second anchor appeared, smaller and a little crooked, on the finger of the man who rowed the mail out to the Scilly boats. Nobody asked how the two of them had come to hold hands in the lee of the quay. Maud only noticed that Tamsin wore her ring finger bent slightly forward, the way you hold a thing you mean to keep.

The harbourmaster's wife still says it was luck. Maud, who has the better memory, says the anchors were drawn by the same steady eye, and that whoever wants to be found on a long coast had better make sure the mark is where they can reach it.