Colour tattoo of the cartoon crab Mr Krabs from SpongeBob, holding a krabby patty, on a lower leg.

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Mr Krabs with a krabby patty on a calf

Neo-trad · Calf · Colour · Photo

The tattoo depicts the cartoon character Mr Krabs with a wide open-mouthed grin, long green eyestalks and a blue shirt and belt, holding a golden krabby patty in one red claw. The design uses bold black outlines with smooth, soft shading and small bubbles around the figure. Vivid red, blue, green and yellow ink dominate against a plain light background, and the tattoo fills most of the frame on the calf.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Pinchbeck Cole had counted the shillings twice before the tide turned, and he was halfway through a third count when the gull landed on the rail of his stall and asked, very politely, for a chip. Pinchbeck did not sell chips. He sold the golden fish cake, pressed between two rolls of seaweed bread and sprinkled with the little fried shrimp the dock boys called gravel, and he sold it to the same fishermen every morning for whatever coins they had in their pockets plus a little more. He raised one long eyestalk at the gull and kept the other on the till. "Chips are for people with time," he said. "I have a queue."

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The queue was one fisherman in a yellow coat, who was asleep on a bollard. The gull, whose name was Mrs Dorrit and who had opinions about everybody's lunch, hopped along the railing and told Pinchbeck that the whole harbour knew his prices were a scandal. Pinchbeck agreed that the harbour was a scandal. He agreed that the gulls were a scandal. Then, while he was agreeing, Mrs Dorrit lifted a shilling off the counter in her beak and was airborne before his red claw could close.

He did not chase her. He watched her wheel over the mudflats towards the ruined chapel where the gulls kept their accounts, and he thought about the tide, which takes what it is owed and returns it in strange places. At dusk he tipped the day's takings onto the cloth and counted them once. Then he counted them again, and found one more shilling than he had started with, a grey feather stuck to its face. He polished it on his blue shirt, put it in his belt, and went to find the yellow-coated fisherman, who had woken up hungry.