Black script lettering reading All good things are wild and free across the ribs, a lettering tattoo in black ink on bare skin.

Script quote tattoo on the ribs

Lettering · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a black script quote, reading All good things are wild and free, inked across the side of the ribcage. The lettering uses smooth, flowing strokes with a slight slant and has a crisp, even black fill. A sheer white garment is gathered at the upper edge of the frame, and warm sunlight falls across the skin, leaving the text sharply in focus.

Lettering Ribs Quote Text Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The herring boats came back to Skerrow Harbour each autumn with their nets full and their men quiet, and the old women said the sea took a little of each crew and gave back a little of something else. Morag Tulloch kept the salt-house on the north quay and had buried two husbands and a son, so she was not a woman who believed in the sea giving anything back. When the lamp-boy came up the hill one wet October night, shouting that the Bonnie Ada was overdue, she only pulled her shawl tighter and went down to the slipway with a lantern.

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The boat came in on the morning tide with no net aboard and a stranger at the tiller. He was thin as a gaff pole and had a voice like gravel in a bucket. He said the Ada had run north chasing a shoal that did not show on any chart, and the lads had gone over the side after it, laughing, and he had come home alone because somebody had to tell Morag. He handed her a flat grey stone with a hole through it, the size of a plum. Scratched into its face, in a hand she knew from the ledgers, was a line of writing: All good things are wild and free.

She read it three times in the cold light. Then she laughed, which surprised the lamp-boy, and told the stranger to come up to the salt-house and eat. She kept the stone on the windowsill beside her husband's pipe. Every autumn after that, when the herring came back fat and the boats came back full, she hung a fresh strip of cod by the door, for the shoal to see the price of its freedom, and went to bed with the sea loud in her ears.