Realism-style tattoo of a smiling bald man with a moustache, shaded in greys with touches of colour, on a person's chest.

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Realistic portrait of a bald man on the chest

Realism · Chest · Mixed · Photo

A realistic portrait tattoo of a smiling bald man with a thick moustache, shown from the front and filling most of the frame. The head is shaded in soft greys and skin tones, with a little blue at the eye area and red across the scalp. The tattoo sits on pale skin, with a green fabric edge visible at the bottom of the image.

Realism Chest Portrait Man Face Moustache

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The purser's face had hung in the mess of the Tern Maud for eleven years before anybody thought to put it anywhere else. Cook Halvard Pike said it was bad luck to be watched while you ate, so every mealtime he turned the frame to the bulkhead, and every mealtime that grin and moustache showed through the gap anyway, like a rude word in a hymn.

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The bet came south of the Azores, when the wind went soft and the crew had run out of things to say to each other. Dilys from the rigging loft swore she could ink any face on a man that would hold through a gale. Pike laughed, rolled up his sleeve and told her to start with the purser, since he was the only man aboard who'd never be offended by a bad likeness. She had a sail needle, a pot of lamp-black thinned with rum, and three days of open ocean to practise on oranges.

She was slower than she'd promised. The first attempt came out looking like a drowned seal, and the second had the purser's eyes a shade too sad for a man who'd just been paid. By the fifth day she had the eyebrows right and the smile almost right, and the crew had started placing wagers on whether the purser would notice before Madeira.

He noticed at breakfast on the tenth day, when Pike held up the mirror and said, quite solemnly, that the purser had never looked so handsome. The purser went red, then laughed until he had to sit down on the coil of rope, and that was how the portrait came to be the only thing on the ship that everyone agreed was a good likeness.