Colour Japanese-style chrysanthemum tattoo with orange petals, red accents and dark green leaves, outlined in black on the forearm.

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Orange chrysanthemum on a forearm

Japanese · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A large chrysanthemum bloom fills the forearm, with layered orange petals, red inner petals and a green centre. Dark green leaves frame the flower at the top and lower edge. Black outlines define the petals and leaves, and the shading is soft, with gentle gradients across the orange petals. The arm rests on a white towel against a wooden floor.

Japanese Forearm Chrysanthemum Flower Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Eleven weeks out of Canton, with the water casks gone sour and the men quarrelling over every biscuit, the cook found a seed in the flour sack. It was round and dark, no bigger than a peppercorn. When he held it to the lamp he saw it was the kind his mother had pressed in a book back in Cork, the kind that came over the sea and was not meant to live in a wet country.

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He planted it in a tin of salt beef brine, because the tin was all he had, and he talked to it at the change of the watch. The men laughed at him. Then Ruth Abernethy, the carpenter's girl who signed on as a boy and had no family and no patience, began carrying the galley slops up to the bowsprit each morning as though she were feeding a sick child.

On the forty-fourth day a single bud split at the rail. Its petals lay over one another like stacked silk, orange at the edges and red deeper in, and at the centre a green knot where the threads gathered like small lamps. The captain came down to look at it. He stood a long time with his cap in his hands, and then he told the mate to leave the bowsprit alone and sent the cook a sack of sugar from the stores.

They made Liverpool in October. The flower had dropped by then, its petals scattered across the wet deck, but the cook kept the dried centre folded in a twist of paper inside his coat. When he was old and the sea had got into his knees, he would take it out on Sunday afternoons and tell the boys who came to see him that the ship had sailed a long way, and that something had grown on it anyway.