Black and grey realism tattoo of a three-masted sailing ship with full sails and a rose below it, across an upper arm.

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Sailing ship and rose on an upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A large sailing ship with billowing white sails and detailed rigging fills most of the upper arm, with a calm harbour or sea suggested beneath it. A realistic white rose with soft shading sits at the bottom of the piece. The image uses smooth, graduated greys and high contrast, with a plain indoor background and a dark sleeve at the left edge.

Realism Upper arm Ship Sailing ship Sail Rigging Rose Sea

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ship came into Carrow Bay on the wrong tide, which was the first thing Mrs Dunning noticed from her kitchen window, and the second was that her sails were still full although the water lay flat as a plate and not a gull moved over the harbour. By the time the harbourmaster had found his oars, three masts stood above the wall with every sail set white and tight, and nobody on the quay could say who had sailed her in.

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Tom Erskine rowed out alone. He said afterwards that the decks were scrubbed clean, the rigging neat as a bride's hair, and that there was not a soul aboard, only a single white rose lying on the wheel. It was fresh, its petals beaded with salt, and when he lifted it the wood beneath was warm, as if someone had just stepped away from it. He carried the rose back to shore in his cap, and he would not say a word about the name painted across the stern, though half the village had read it over his shoulder.

That name belonged to the lugger that went out in the great blow of 1907 and never came back, the one Agnes Pell had waved off from this same wall with a rose in her hand. Agnes had lived fifty years after that, always setting a white bloom on the harbour steps each spring, and she had died the winter before.

Nobody saw the sails loosen. They only noticed that the ship had gone, and that the flat sea had a long bright road running out from the harbour mouth. On the slipway, where Tom had left his cap, lay one white petal, and it was dry.