Black and grey traditional style back tattoo of a skull wearing a pearl-trimmed bandana beside a tall sailing galleon in rough waves.

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Skull and galleon across a back

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A large back piece shows a skull wearing a pearl-strung bandana or hat, with a tall three-masted sailing ship set beside it. Smoke or cloud forms drift above, and rough sea water fills the lower part of the design. The linework is firm and the shading is soft and layered, with greys and near-black tones creating depth across the sails and waves.

Traditional Back Skull Sail Wave Cloud Pearl Bandana

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Sallow Mary had been three weeks out of Bristol when the cook began to sing to the rats, and that was how I knew the captain had stopped sleeping. You want the truth of it, you hold your tea steady and listen. Captain Ashdown kept his bandana knotted with pearls he'd taken off a Dutch purser's wife in Cadiz, and he wore them every watch, even in the squalls that tore the foresail to ribbons. Nobody asked him why. A man doesn't ask a skull why it grins.

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On the nineteenth night the cloud came up off the port bow, grey as wet wool and thick as church smoke, and it sat on us like a hand. The lookout swore there was a second ship under it, sails set and no lamps lit. We ran before it through a sea that came over the rail in green sheets, and in the lee of the squall the water went the colour of ink. Ashdown stood at the wheel with the pearls clicking against his jaw and said, quite calm, that he knew that ship. He'd sailed her once, years back, under another name, and she'd left him at the bottom of a reef with his crew's bones for company.

We lost her by dawn. The cloud broke open like a cracked egg and the sea lay flat and pale, and there was nothing on it but the Mary and her torn sails. Ashdown went below and didn't come up for two days. When he did, the pearls were gone from his bandana and he was humming to the rats himself.

I never did learn whether he'd given them to the sea or to the other ship. He retired to Penzance and kept bees. Some nights, when the wind comes round to the west, I swear I can smell tar and wet wool on the stairs.