Black and grey traditional tattoo of a sailing ship on rough waves, with a rose beneath it, on an upper arm.

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Sailing ship and waves on an upper arm

Traditional · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A black and grey tattoo of a three-masted sailing ship on choppy waves covers the outer upper arm, with a rose and further wave work below it. The linework is bold and solid, with shading used for the sails, hull and water. The photograph is monochrome and tightly framed, with a person's hand and a white t-shirt with a striped triangle graphic at the right edge.

Traditional Upper arm Sailing ship Ship Wave Sea Rose

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now sit down by the stove, the lot of you, and mind the cat. You'll want the proper version, not the one they tell in the Anchor on a Friday. The Mercy Dunnet was a three-master out of Porthgwidden, and her mate was a woman called Hester Vell who could read a squall in the colour of the gulls. Nobody gave her the job. She simply took it off the bosun one wet morning and he was too tired to argue.

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That winter the Dunnet ran hard for the Azores with a cargo of salt cod and a captain who had quit drinking and started praying instead, which was worse. Off the Gaunt Bank the swell came up like a sleeper rolling over. The rigging sang. Hester stood at the wheel with the spokes slick under her palms and the waves climbing the bow like a crowd trying to get aboard, and she called every sea by name because the names kept her awake. Big Tom. The Widow. Little Sorrow, which was the one that always took a man's boots.

They came through, and the captain never prayed again, and Hester never told anyone how close it was. Only the rose stayed on her wrist after, drawn by a lad in the Quay who charged her a shilling and called it a bargain. So when you see a wave on a man's arm, friend, don't ask him if he was ever lost. Ask him what he called the sea. That's the story worth hearing.