Black and grey fine line tattoo of a seated mermaid with flowing hair and a scaled tail on the back of a calf.

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Seated mermaid on a calf

Fine line · Calf · Black and grey · Photo

A seated mermaid faces away from the viewer, with long wavy hair falling over her shoulder and her scaled tail curling beneath her. The design uses fine, delicate linework with soft shading on the hair and scales, and the tail fin is drawn in light, sketchy strokes. The tattoo is in black and grey and sits centrally on the back of a leg against a plain skin background.

Fine line Calf Mermaid Tail Hair Fish scale Fin

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The figurehead on the sea wall at Saltery Quay had her back to the town for as long as anyone could remember, one shoulder bare, hair dragged over it like a wet sleeve. Dilys Crane swore she had turned a finger's width since Tuesday. I told her the tide did that to wood. She told me wood had never once made her cry at the chip shop.

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We went down after the last trawler lights had gone out, with a torch and a flask of tea gone cold. The carving had come off the bow of the Marigold Ann the winter she sank, and the sea had been at her for thirty years since. Her tail had lost most of its colour, only a faint hatching of scales left, and her fin was little more than a few light strokes where the grain showed through. Dilys ran a thumb along the spine of it and went quiet, which was not like her.

"Here," she said, and angled the torch. Someone had cut into the base, shallow and careful, two initials and a date from the year the boat went out and didn't come back. Under them, smaller, a single word I won't repeat because Dilys made me promise. Nobody in the Quay had ever mentioned a boy with those letters.

We agreed, without saying so, to leave her where she was. Walking back up the slipway I carried the torch and the flask, and behind us the old wood gave a long creak, the kind a person makes shifting their weight to get comfortable. Dilys didn't look round. I did, once, and the pale strokes of the fin caught the lamp on the harbour wall like something still wet.