Small solid black mermaid silhouette with two fish tattooed on the inner wrist and forearm.

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Mermaid silhouette on the inner wrist

Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A solid black silhouette of a mermaid with a flowing tail sits on the inner wrist, with two small fish silhouettes trailing below it down the forearm. The design is filled in flat black with no shading, and the skin is pale against a light grey background. The tattoo sits in the lower left of the frame, with a person's hair visible at the edge and no face shown.

Forearm Mermaid Fish Silhouette

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The third week out from Valparaíso, the flying fish stopped coming aboard, and the cook started counting the sea birds instead. You were on the foredeck with a bucket of salt pork scraps when the mermaid came up off the port bow, black against a sky the colour of pewter, her tail lifting clear of the swell as if someone had cut her from card and set her there.

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Nobody else saw her. Mr Pell, the second mate, said it was the glare off the water, and the boy Tomas swore he had seen two. You did not argue. You tipped the scraps over the rail, and two small fish, no longer than your finger, darted out from under the hull to snap at them, keeping close to her as though they had been stitched to her wake.

For nine days after that you saved the best of the galley's leftovers and watched for her at the same hour. The captain's log, when you glimpsed it, recorded winds and nothing else. On the tenth morning the fish came alone, circling tight off the stern, and you understood they were waiting for someone to come down the ladder.

You went down to the waterline with a tin cup of fresh water, the one thing a sea creature would never need, and set it on the rail. When you looked back the fish had gone. The cup was empty by noon, though no one had been near it, and in your own small book you wrote the only thing you were sure of: she had come for the company, not the food.