Black and grey neo-traditional design drawn on tracing paper of a mermaid with a ship, anchor, rope and ship's wheel, with no body placement shown.

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Mermaid with ship and ship's wheel design

Neo-trad · Black and grey · Flash

A black and grey drawing of a mermaid with wavy hair, a large flower and a sailing ship in her hair, set beside an anchor and a coiled rope. She holds a ship's wheel in one hand, and a spiked shell or fin sits behind her shoulder. The shading is built from dense hatching and soft grey tones, and the design is centred on a sheet of translucent paper.

Neo-trad Mermaid Ship Anchor Rope Ship's wheel Flower Shell Sea

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The brig Marigold had been nine weeks out of Bristol when her cook began losing the salt beef to something that came up through the scuppers at night. Old Tobiah Crane swore it was a mermaid, and nobody believed him until the carpenter saw her sitting on the bowsprit with a pearl comb in her hair and a ship's wheel cradled in her lap like a sleeping cat.

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She would not give up the wheel. The captain offered rum, then his silver watch, then the hand of his firstborn daughter, which he could not give because he had no daughter. The mermaid only turned the spokes with one long finger and said the sea had lent her the wheel to steer by, and she had never found her way home with it. Her hair, she said, was full of things gathered from the bottom of the world: a green coil of rope, a shackle from some drowned anchor, and a pale shell flower that had never wilted.

So Ned Rennie, the cabin boy, who had little to lose and a stubborn streak, asked her what she wanted for it. She said she wanted the ship to sail past the end of its charts, to where the water goes grey and still, and then to turn back and leave her be. Ned agreed. They went, and for three days the wheel turned by itself while the crew sat silent on the deck and did not look at the sea.

On the fourth morning there was land, a low green island nobody had charted, and the mermaid slid off the bowsprit with the wheel under her arm. Ned found the wheel back on its pin at dawn, the bowsprit empty, and a single shell lying on the coiled rope where she had sat. When the Marigold came up the Avon, the shell was still wet.