Black ink outline of a five-pointed star filled with swirling scroll patterns, tattooed on the inner wrist.

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Scrollwork star on the inner wrist

Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A five-pointed star outline is filled with repeating curled scrollwork, with a larger swirl at the centre of each interior section. The linework and shading are in black ink with grey tones, and the design sits on the inner wrist, photographed straight on against a dark background.

Forearm Star Scroll Swirl Filigree Pattern

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Carrick Lass was nineteen days out from the Cape when her navigator lost the stars. Cloud sat on the water like wet wool, and for three nights nobody aboard could say which way was north. Old Mabry Tull, who had sailed in her since she was launched, took an iron box from under his bunk and unwrapped a star.

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It was no ordinary star. Its five points were wrought from a lattice of scrolls, each curl turning in on itself the way a fern uncurls or a wave folds back before it breaks. His grandmother had worked it in Penzance with a smith's hammer and a patient eye, and she had told him the trick was to find the centre of every swirl and follow it outwards. 'The sea won't show you the way,' she had said, 'so the way has to be drawn small enough to hold.'

On the fourth night the cabin boy, Ansel, who had been sick over the rail since Madeira, climbed to the crow's nest with the star held against his chest. Mabry had told him to hang it from the foremast where the lamp could catch the lacework. The boy did, and the light threw a pattern of shadows across the deck, curl after curl, each one leaning a little further left than the last.

By dawn the cloud had thinned enough for the crew to read those shadows like a chart. They followed them west until the sun came up grey over the first of the Scillies, and Mabry took the star down without a word about it. The boy kept the iron box after that. When anyone asked him how the ship always found her way home, he pointed at the scrolls and said every curl leads back to its middle if you are patient enough to follow it.