Black linework tattoo of the Millennium Falcon spaceship across a leg, viewed from above in a blueprint-style outline.

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Millennium Falcon linework on a thigh

Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A large black outline tattoo of the Millennium Falcon from Star Wars covers most of a limb, drawn from above in a technical, blueprint-like view. The lines are uniform and the panels, turrets and engine details are filled with fine detail rather than shading. The ink is dark against pale skin, with a tiled floor visible in the background.

Thigh Spaceship Star wars

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The drawing office at Calder and Sons had a rule that nobody worked from memory, so Ruth Ashdown spent her last Friday before retirement tracing a ship that had never been laid down. She found the sheet under a tin of drawing nibs in the bottom drawer of her father's old cabinet. It was a freighter seen from above, round at the stern, with a hub like a gun turret and a fan of eight housings spreading from its belly. Her father's pencil ran along every panel, and along the keel, in capitals so small she needed the lamp, someone had written PATIENCE MARY.

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In the margin was a note in the same hand: Draw the gaps last. Do not fill them until somebody comes back. Ruth had always assumed the gaps were the hard part of any drawing, the bits you left for the eye to finish. Her father had never left a gap in his life. Dougie Reel, the foreman who used to bring him sweets wrapped in the Evening Chronicle, had died in 1974, and Ruth had never heard the name Patience Mary spoken aloud in the yard.

She inked until the light went. Each rivet got a point of 0.1 pen, each turret a slow circle, and when she came to the stern housings she counted eleven where the sheet showed eight. She sat back. The extra three were drawn in pencil so faint they might have been erased and redrawn many times. Ruth left them as they were, the way he would have, and turned off the lamp.

On Monday the night shift would be starting without her. She folded the sheet into her bag, leaving the last housing open at the edge of the paper, and walked out past the slipway where the cranes stood still against the river.