Small black fine line tattoo of a pear with a leaf resting in an open hand, on the upper arm beside a floral sleeve.

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Pear resting in an open hand on an upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A single pear with a small leaf sits on an open palm drawn in thin black outline. The linework is delicate and even, with no shading, and the design is unfilled apart from a few small details on the fingers. The tattoo is placed in the centre of the upper arm against a plain pale background, with a floral print sleeve in the top left of the frame.

Fine line Botanical Upper arm Hand Leaf Fruit

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The last pear aboard the Corvina had gone soft by the fourth week out, but Hanne the cook would not let anyone touch it. She kept it wrapped in oilcloth in the bread locker, and every evening she unwrapped it and held it out flat on her palm, the way her grandmother had taught her to offer bread to a strange dog, so that nothing could mistake it for a threat.

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The men laughed at her for it. Pedro Vantz, who had sailed the southern runs since he was a boy, swore that a pear was only a pear and a hand was only a hand. Then the glass fell in the sixth week and the sea came over the rail for three days, the bread went green, and the water casks tasted of tar. On the third night the cabin boy, Ilse, took a fever and would keep down nothing but sips of brine.

Hanne climbed down to the hold with the pear resting on her open palm and sat beside the child until dawn. She did not speak. She only held it there, still and patient, the way you hold out something you mean to give back. When the light came grey through the hatch, Ilse reached up and touched the stalk with one finger, and the fever broke with the turn of the tide. The pear was still whole. Hanne carried it up to the deck and set it on the rail in the thin sun, and when they made landfall at Corran Bay she planted its seed beside the harbour wall, where a tree still grows, and the sailors say its fruit is sweeter than any in the south.