Black script lettering reading 'For one so small, you seem so strong' across the side of the ribs, in a Lettering style.

Script quote along the ribs

Lettering · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

The photo shows two lines of black script lettering on the side of a torso, above the waistband of grey marl sweatpants. The words read 'For one so small' and 'You seem so strong', with a flowing script and a mix of thick and fine strokes. The ink is solid black on a light skin tone, and the lines are placed across the ribs with plenty of space around them.

Lettering Ribs Script Quote Text

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Nobody on Harbour Row expected Danny Pike to last a season. He was fourteen and all elbows, and he came down to the slipway the week after his father's boat was sold for debts, asking for work from skippers who had no work to give. Only Sadie Greer, who mended nets in the shed behind the fish market, took any notice. She looked him over the way she looked over a torn mesh and said, 'Well. Can you tie a sheet bend?'

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He could not, not properly, so she taught him on a length of tarred rope while the gulls argued over the gutting boards. The Margaret Ann went out at four the next morning with Rab Mackie at the wheel and Danny on the pot hauler, where a wet rope could take a finger off a grown man. His first lift came up with a crab the size of a dinner plate and he yelped, and the crew laughed, and Rab shouted that laughing was free but rope was not. By noon his palms had split, and by three he could feel every bone in his shoulders, but he kept his feet and kept the rope running true.

The weather turned on the way home. Green sea came over the bow and Rab roared for the sheet line, and there was nobody left on the foredeck but the boy. I remember his face, white as the spray, and his hands locked on the line exactly as Sadie had shown him. He held it until the engine caught and the boat swung into the lee of the pier.

Sadie was waiting on the slipway with her coat over her head against the rain. She had heard the whole story already, the way everything on the Row was heard. She took his raw hand, turned it palm up, and pressed a net needle into it. 'For one so small, you seem so strong,' she said. 'Keep that. You'll be mending nets for the rest of your life, and so will I.'