Blue octopus with dotted suckers wrapped around a ship in a bottle, a traditional style tattoo on the outer thigh.

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Octopus and ship in a bottle on a thigh

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A large blue octopus with its tentacles curling around a bottle containing a sailing ship, shown in black outline with pale fill. The octopus is shaded in blues and teal, while the bottle and ship are largely left as outline and light tones. The design wraps across the outer thigh, with the octopus head at the top and tentacles trailing down the leg.

Traditional Thigh Octopus Tentacle Ship Bottle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Ada,

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The bottle came up again on Tuesday, tangled in the weed below the lamp room, with the octopus wrapped round it like a verger holding a hymn book in a gale. I have kept it on the sill since. You will say I should throw it back, and you would be right, but the ship inside is the Thessaly Rose, the barque Father sailed out of Scarrow the year the light was first lit, and I have never once seen her whole.

The creature comes up most nights now. I hear the suckers on the glass before I see anything, a soft sound like someone licking a thumb. Last night I counted the rings it left on the pane, forty-one of them, arranged in two neat rows as if it were practising its letters. When I lift the lamp it does not flinch. It only settles closer to the bottle and turns one eye towards me, pale and patient, the way Mother used to look at the kettle.

So this morning I rowed out to the Hook with the bottle wrapped in oilcloth and set it on the flat rock at the tide line. I stood back and waited. The octopus came up the shingle in one long grey-blue ripple, took the bottle in its arms, and laid it down again gently, as if returning a cup. Then it nudged the cork with one arm until the stopper gave. Inside, where the Rose had always stood with her sails furled, a small roll of paper had been pushed through the neck. It was in Father's hand, the same slant he used for the tide tables. It said only: Keep the light on for the boy who comes back for it.

I have kept the light on. I think I am meant to read that as an instruction, though I cannot say to whom it is addressed. Come home at Easter and tell me what you make of it.

Your brother, Tom