Traditional style seahorse tattoo in blue, teal and grey with black outlines and small bubbles, on the inner forearm.

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Seahorse on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A seahorse with a curled tail faces left, with a bold black outline, blue body, grey and white banded segments and a red-orange fin. Small teal bubbles float beside its head and body. The tattoo sits on a pale forearm against a bright red background and a red and white striped top.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bucket had sat on the slipway since Tuesday, and by Thursday the water in it had gone the colour of weak tea. Nell Ashby tipped it over the harbour wall without looking, and only caught the small blue thing turning over in the air when it was already halfway down to the weed. Her father would have called it bad luck. She called it a waste of a perfectly good bucket.

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It was a seahorse, no longer than her thumb, tangled in a pot of winkles and a dead crab. Mr Haskett at the chandlery said they were rare this far up the coast, and that the men who swore to seeing them had usually been drinking. Nell carried it up to the net loft in a jam jar of clean seawater and sat on an upturned crate watching its tail unwind and wind again like the spring of a pocket watch, eating bread and dripping off her knee.

On Sunday she noticed the pouch under its belly had swollen into a soft grey bulge she had taken for a bruise. Haskett, when she asked, went quiet and then said the father carried the young, and the young came out of him when they were ready, and a jar was no place for that. So Nell took the jar down at low water, past the breakwater to where the eelgrass grew in long green combs.

She knelt on the wet stones and tipped it gently, and the seahorse slid out into the cold. It did not look back at her. It hooked its tail around a single stem, steadied itself, and let the water lift the little bubbles up past its snout as if it had only ever been waiting for the tide to turn.