Two people stand side by side showing fine line black script tattoos on their ribs, reading "To infinity" and "and beyond".

Matching "To infinity" and "and beyond" rib script

Fine line · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

Two people stand close together, cropped below the face, with their hands pulling back fabric to show a script tattoo on each rib cage. The left tattoo reads "To infinity" and the right reads "and beyond", both in thin black single-needle linework with light shading. The image is in soft natural light, and a partial tattoo of a skull is visible on the upper arm of the person on the right.

Fine line Lettering Ribs Script Infinity Phrase Quote Skull

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now sit closer, for the wind off the Sound will carry off half of this if you let it. You want to know why Morag Ferrier and Calum Shaw had their words cut into the same flat stone at the harbour wall? Because they were fifteen and daft, and daft is the only sensible age to make a promise.

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The boat was the Ceilidh, eleven feet of tarred larch with a wheelhouse no bigger than a wardrobe. Calum sailed her out past the skerries every spring for the crayfish, and every spring at the mouth of the bay he would raise one hand and shout "To infinity", and Morag, standing on the pier with her mother's shawl pulled tight, would shout back "and beyond". Nobody thought it more than foolishness. The gulls thought the same.

The spring the storm came early, the Ceilidh did not come back. The lifeboat searched three days. Morag went down to the harbour wall each morning with a bucket of chalk and wrote the second half again, because the sea took chalk faster than it took stone, and she wanted something on that wall that would argue back.

In the autumn a grey seal hauled out on the slipway with a brass compass on a cracked leather strap, its needle still true. She knew it for his. She didn't weep. She carried it up the hill, set it on the sill facing west, and said the words aloud to the empty water. Some say you can still hear her at dusk, and if you stand very still, you'll hear her finish it for him, and beyond.