Black and grey realism tattoo of a pocket watch with cogs and Roman numerals on the inner forearm.

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Pocket watch and gears on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A realistic pocket watch sits at the centre of the design, with its face, hands and Roman numerals clearly drawn and shaded. Interlocking gears wrap around the watch case, and large Roman numerals and bold strokes fade out across the forearm. The work uses soft grey shading and dark contrast in black ink only, with the forearm filling most of the frame.

Realism Forearm Pocket watch Clock Gear Cog Roman numeral Clock hand

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Pull your chair closer, because the tide here doesn't wait, and neither did Tobias Hale, clockmaker on Gull Steps. Every morning he wound the harbour clock above the fish market, then walked down to the slipway with a pocket watch in his waistcoat that ran four minutes fast. He swore it was the only honest thing in Porthallow, because everything else was tied to the sea, and the sea keeps its own hours.

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One wet March, Mabel Crane came up the steps with her husband's watch wrapped in a fisherman's oilcloth. Her man had taken the Dorothy Vane out on a Tuesday and not come back on the flood. The case was dented and the gears had seized, all but one, which ticked a little when shaken. Tobias set the watch under his lamp and opened it with a tool no thicker than a hair. Inside the back cover, folded small, was a tide table, and every spring tide had been ringed in pencil, the last one circled twice.

He worked on it for six days, cleaning one tooth at a time, until the cogs meshed like a little town of wheels turning together. On the seventh evening the minute hand jumped forward, the way a dropped stitch picks up again. Mabel came in out of the rain. He handed it over without a word, and she held it to her ear. 'It's moving,' she said. 'It's near enough to high water,' Tobias said, 'and the boat's still out past the bar.'

She walked to the wall at the turn of the tide and waited with the watch open in her palm. Just after nine, a lantern rounded the point, low and slow. Tobias had never told her that the watch ran four minutes fast, or that he had set it that way on purpose, so she would always be early to the wall.