Black fine line script tattoo reading "This too shall pass" along the top of the shoulder near the collarbone.

Script quote tattoo near the collarbone

Lettering · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of bare skin showing a black script tattoo that reads "This too shall pass" across the top of the shoulder, close to the collarbone. The lettering is thin, even and slightly looped, with a single continuous stroke style. The image is warm toned and dimly lit, with a blurred bathroom background, and only the shoulder, collarbone and part of the upper chest are in view.

Lettering Fine line Shoulder Text Quote Script Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The gull had walked through the wet paint on the stern of the Good Intent again, so I was kneeling on the slipway at six in the morning, lifting a feather out of the lettering with a bristle no thicker than a hair, when Hal Pascoe came down the hill with his cap in both hands. He wanted the words his father had painted under the name of the Mary Ellen, the boat that went onto the Hanging Rocks in the February gale and was never found. 'Nothing else,' he said. 'Just what Dad wrote.'

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Everyone on Carrick Holm knew the line. Tom Pascoe had lettered it himself, in a looping hand he'd copied from a tract in the chapel, and it stayed on that transom for thirty years through salt and sun. Hal stood over me while I worked, watching the brush make the long loop of the T and the tail on the s in shall. 'Does it help?' he asked. I told him I was a sign writer, not a priest, and he laughed, which was more than I expected.

The Good Intent went out in April with the words under her name in the thin black script Tom had favoured. Hal stayed ashore that day, and I didn't ask why.

In May he came back with a tin of enamel and a scrap of driftwood and asked me to show him the loop again. He sat on an upturned creel and painted it slowly, the tip of his tongue poking from the corner of his mouth exactly as his father's must have. When he finished he held it up to the light. 'Same as him,' I said. 'Nearly,' he said, and blew on it until it was dry.