Traditional tattoo of a palm tree, red sunset clouds and small birds in an orange scalloped frame, with an orange flower and black leaves below, on a forearm.

Palm tree sunset and flower on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A palm tree stands against a red and pink sunset with small birds in the sky, all enclosed in a scalloped orange frame. Below the frame sits an orange five-petalled flower with a black centre, surrounded by dark shaded leaves. Bold black outlines define the motifs, with solid fills and soft shading in the sky and leaves.

Traditional Forearm Palm tree Sunset Bird Flower Leaves Frame Cloud

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the lamp, lad, it's already smoking, and I'll not tell this twice. Eleven days out from the Horn in the spring of 'eleven, and the Corisande had seven casks of water left and a crew that had stopped singing. Captain Dunmore kept us on the wind. Every evening the sun went down behind us like a coal dropped in a bucket, and every evening the sky turned the colour of cochineal and pink wool, and nobody said a word about it.

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It was young Eli Scrase who saw the birds first. Small dark things flicking about the masthead at dusk, too small for gulls and too busy to be lost. He came down the ratlines grinning like a fool. Land within a day, I said, and the old man said nothing, but he hauled the yards round three points that night, and I swear the ship lifted under us.

Dawn gave us a palm standing alone on a spit of sand, its fronds combed out like a widow's hair, and beneath it a bed of orange blooms with black hearts, so bright they hurt the eye. Dunmore sent me in the jolly boat with two empty casks. The sand was warm through my boots. I dug where the flowers grew thickest, because my grandmother always said flowers know where the wet is, and four inches down the earth went dark and cool under my hand.

We filled every cask on the Corisande that morning. I pressed one of those blooms between the pages of the almanac, and it stayed there forty years, orange gone to brown. Eli drew the palm on the bulkhead before we sailed, sunset and birds and all. So you're asking me what it means. It means somebody has to dig where the flowers are, boy. Now pass me the bottle.