Black Polynesian-style tribal tattoo covering the shoulder and upper arm, photographed outdoors with a sandy beach and sea behind.

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Polynesian-style shoulder and upper arm tattoo

Blackwork · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

A bare shoulder and upper arm are covered by a large black tribal design of bands, chevrons and interlocking curved shapes. The linework is bold and the patterns are filled with solid black and grey shading that gives the forms depth. The image is a close, angled view with the sea and sand softly blurred in the background.

Blackwork Geometric Shoulder Upper arm Polynesian Tribal Chevron Band Pattern

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

'Tie it again,' Aunt Mere said, pushing the coconut-fibre cord back across my knees. 'Over two, under one, and the band turns where the sea would turn it.' The outrigger float lay on the sand at Ngaroa Point, its hull still smelling of the breadfruit wood we had cut in the rains. I had made the first chevron crooked, and the tide was already tonguing the edge of my practice mat.

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She did not tell me the pattern had a name. She said her own grandmother had counted it aloud while weaving the sail mats, so a child could find the place again after sleeping. Over two, under one. Bands run wide where the wind is kind and narrow where it is not. I counted until the words lost their meaning and became only breath. My fingers went raw, then numb, then steady.

The storm came in the dry month, the way storms do when nobody is watching the sky. We dragged the canoe up past the coconut line and I lay awake listening to the lashings groan against the wood. In the morning the float was still bound, the cord dark with rain, every chevron biting its neighbour exactly where I had been made to bite it.

Mere walked the length of the lashing with her palm flat against it, as though feeling for a pulse. 'Good,' she said, and nothing more. Later I drew the pattern in wet sand with a stick, over two, under one, and watched the sea come up and take it a band at a time. The count stayed in my mouth long after the sand was smooth.