Script quote tattoo on the side ribs
Lettering · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo
The tattoo is a three-line handwritten script quotation across the side of the torso, set in black ink. The linework is fine and even, with consistent letter spacing and slight variation in weight. The skin tone is warm, the lighting is natural, and a red top and a pink waistband frame the lower edge of the composition.
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Nell had been sick over the lee rail every morning since the Bay of Biscay, and by the fourth week out of Avonmouth the second mate had stopped pretending not to notice. The chest she sat on in the stores locker had belonged to a steward who died off the Horn before the war. Under the lid, in brown ink gone soft as weak tea, someone had copied out a verse in a looping hand, the letters leaning into one another like men on a heaving deck.
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She read it by the swinging lamp, moving her lips. She is clothed in strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future. Nell snorted. The ship was pitching so hard the lamp chain sang against its hook, and nobody aboard had a future worth laughing at, least of all a girl from Bristol who had signed on as ship's writer because her father owed a man money in Bedminster.
Ada Pell, the cook, came down with a tin mug of cocoa and read over her shoulder. Thirty years at sea had put a squint in her eyes and a steadiness in her feet. "That's no sailor's text," she said. "He copied it for his wife, I'd wager. Men wrote things like that out so they'd have something to hold when the letters stopped." Nell asked how she could tell. Ada tapped the wood. "He wrote the laugh line twice. Crossed the first one out." Nell looked, and there it was, struck through in the same brown ink, rewritten above it a little steadier.
Nell took the stub of pencil from behind her ear, lifted the lid, and under the old steward's careful hand wrote her own name and the date. Then she sat down on the chest, her back against the bulkhead, and for the first time since Biscay she laughed out loud at the roll of the sea. The ship lurched, and she let it take her.
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