Small fine line anchor tattoo in pale ink on the side of a finger, shown in close-up against a dark blue background.

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Small anchor tattoo on a finger

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A small anchor sits on the side of a finger, drawn with thin, light-coloured linework and a simple shaft, crossbar and curled base. The design is centred on the finger and occupies only a small area of the skin. The background is blurred and dark blue, and the soft focus keeps attention on the tattoo and the hand.

Fine line Hand Anchor

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now sit where the draught can't get at you, and I'll tell it the way Mrs Pardoe told it to me, in the front room at Marlow House, with the gas turned low and the sea going on under the window as if it had heard the story too. Her grandfather, Tobias Greave, kept the boarding house before the war and never once in forty years let a guest leave without a ha'penny in their pocket for luck. Nobody knew why. Nobody asked him twice.

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Then one February a lad came up from the harbour with a sailor's tin under his arm and asked for a room that faced the water. He had a rope scar across his palm and a little mark on the side of one finger, an anchor drawn in ink the colour of ash, as if it had dropped there off a ship. When Tobias offered him the good chair by the fire, the lad held up that hand and said, Don't mind it, sir, it's only the anchor I'm minding. His mother had pricked it on him the night before he sailed, he said, so the sea would have to bring him home to mend it.

Tobias did not laugh. He went down to the cellar and came back with a lamp and a bottle of ink he had kept since his own apprenticeship, and he sat beside the lad until the tide turned, and he said no word about it.

The lad sailed on the Thursday and was never seen again. But the next winter a parcel arrived at Marlow House with no name on it, only a single brass ring wrapped in brown paper and a length of tarred twine. Mrs Pardoe still keeps it in the drawer by the stairs. Whenever a guest asks for a room facing the water, she gives them one, and a penny for luck. Mind you, I have never asked her what the twine was for, and I don't intend to start now.