Traditional style flash sheet in navy line work showing an anchor with rope, a swallow in flight, a three-masted sailing ship and a cluster of roses on a white background.

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Nautical flash sheet with anchor, swallow, ship and roses

Traditional · Colour · Flash

A white background with five navy line drawings arranged in a loose row: an anchor wrapped in rope on the left, a swallow in flight, a three-masted sailing ship on calm water with a banner across its hull, and a cluster of roses with leaves and a small bloom on the right. The linework is fine and hatched for shading, with the same single ink colour used throughout, giving the set a vintage engraved look.

Traditional Anchor Rope Swallow Bird Sailing ship Ship Rose Flower Leaves Sea Banner

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain has been coming sideways off the harbour since six, and you have given up on the tarpaulin. Every time a gust lifts it, the mackerel on the slab go glossy and a little less sure of themselves. Ada Pryce at the next pitch is selling cut roses from buckets under an umbrella she has tied to a bollard, and she keeps shouting that flowers are the only honest thing on Quay Street. You tell her that's only because nobody has yet tried to sell a rose at a fair price.

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Your father bought the ship from a man in Grimsby who swore it had been as far as Valparaíso. The banner across its hull still reads in faded letters you have never managed to finish. He used to say the anchor was for the stall, the swallow for the weather, and the ship for whichever of his children was leaving. You were the one who stayed, and the joke has been a sore point since the funeral.

At half past eleven a swallow drops out of the grey and lands on the rim of your scales, too tired to mind the fish. It is soaked through, its forked tail no more than a wet thread. You don't move. Ada says it's the first sign of spring she has seen this year. You say it's a long way from spring. The bird shakes itself once, then goes straight up over the masts toward the open water. You watch until the rain takes it. When you turn back, Ada has packed her roses, and the ledger in your coat has a date written on its last page in your own hand. You take the tarpaulin down yourself.