Small black and grey sailing ship tattoo with stippled shading and rigging on the back of a hand.

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Sailing ship on the back of a hand

Traditional · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A small tattoo of a square-rigged sailing ship with billowing sails sits on the back of a hand, with its hull resting on a few curling wave lines. The linework is fine and dark, and the sails and hull are shaded with dense stippling that gives them texture. The ship is placed centrally on the hand against a plain, light background.

Traditional Dotwork Hand Ship Sailing ship Sail Rigging Wave

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The last waltz was called at half eleven, and Ivy Penhallow was still counting ticket stubs in the cloakroom when the band packed up its brass. Outside the tall windows the harbour lamps were going out one by one. Below the pier the schooner Marigold Rose had been tugging at her mooring since teatime, and half her crew had spent the evening dancing with the girls of Kellow Bay.

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Stan Rudd had asked her to dance twice, both times with a stub of pencil already in his other hand, as if he could not keep his fingers still. He drew on everything: beer mats, the backs of programmes, the corner of the raffle sheet. Tonight he had left a sheet of brown paper on the cloakroom counter with a ship on it, sails swollen as though they were breathing, every rope picked out with a point so fine she had to hold it up to the lamp. The sea at the bottom was only a few curled lines, dotted over until the paper looked salted.

"She sails on the morning tide," he said, not looking at her. "Bad luck to say goodbye to a ship, so I'm not saying it."

Ivy folded the drawing into her apron pocket and waited until the hall was empty. At dawn she stood on the harbour wall with the wind pulling at her hair and watched the Marigold Rose slip past the breakwater, her topsails catching the light exactly as he had drawn them. She didn't wave. She kept the paper, and for years afterwards she took it out on wet evenings and held it to the lamp, looking for the place where the rigging met the sky.