Fine line black script reading Until the very end, with three small stars and a Deathly Hallows symbol, tattooed on a shoulder.

Script quote and Deathly Hallows symbol on a shoulder

Fine line · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

A fine line black script reads "Until the very end" with a small cluster of three stars to the left and a Deathly Hallows triangle symbol at the right. The linework is thin and even, with the looping capitals and flowing letterforms sitting across the skin in one line. The ink is solid black on light skin, and the blurred background suggests a casual indoor photograph.

Fine line Lettering Shoulder Script Quote Star Deathly hallows

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Pull your stools in, the lot of you, and mind the nets. Old Tam Renwick never told this one sober, so you'll forgive the rum in my cup. Three stars hang over Skerrow harbour in the cold months, low and close together, and the fleet used to steer by them when the fog came down thick as wool. The eldest of them, a woman called Ada Penhallow, had three things her father left her: a brass tide-glass that never lied about the turn, a grey oilskin that let no water through, and a smooth stone with a hole worn clean through its middle.

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One February the Morwen went out after the herring and didn't come back. The fog sat on the bay for three days like a cat on a step. On the fourth night Ada took the tide-glass down to the slipway, held the stone up to her eye, and walked into the shallows in her father's oilskin. She didn't drown, mind, and I'll not have anyone say she did. The sea gave her the stone's hole to look through, and through it she saw the three lamps of the Morwen flickering out past the point, close together as the stars above, all holding the same course.

She walked back up the beach before dawn with nothing wet on her but her boots. The Morwen came in on the morning tide, every man aboard, and the crew swore the stars had led them home. Ada never said a word about it, only that the glass had been right and the stone had been warm. Ask any of the old wives and they'll tell you the phrase the crews still shout when they cast off is older than the harbour wall. Until the very end, they call, and they mean the coming home, not the going out.