Small colour tattoo of a green cactus with a pink flower in a terracotta pot, on the inner forearm.

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Small cactus in a pot on a forearm

Forearm · Colour · Photo

A small tattoo of a green cactus with a pink flower on top, sitting in a brown terracotta pot. The cactus has vertical ribs and simple shading, with clean outlines around the pot and plant. The bright green, pink and brown ink sits against the skin on the forearm, with a plain background behind the arm.

Forearm Cactus Flower Plant Pot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The pot had been sliding along the galley shelf for eleven days before anyone thought to tie it down, and by then the cactus had already come through two gales and a cook who swore at it daily. Bosun Mackie said a plant had no business on a boat carrying coal, but the cactus didn't care what he thought. It sat in its chipped terracotta with its ribs squared off like a sergeant's tunic, drinking nothing and asking for less.

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Chief engineer Dunphy came down in the middle of the Bay of Biscay with his oilskin streaming and said the ship needed the weight shifted out of the galley. I told him the pot weighed less than a tin of peaches. He said it was the principle of the thing. I said the principle was a plant that had outlasted three cooks and the last of the fresh onions, and he laughed so hard he had to sit down on the flour bin.

We raised Lisbon on the twelfth morning, wind dropped, the galley cold and smelling of tar. I was scraping burnt porridge off the hotplate when I noticed a bud at the top of the cactus, tight and pink as a fingernail. I didn't mention it to anyone. Who would I tell, the bosun?

By the time we tied up, the flower had opened fully, a little crown of pink standing above the spines. Dunphy came down with the manifest and stopped in the doorway. Neither of us spoke. He tapped the rim of the pot once with a knuckle, the way you'd greet a shipmate, then climbed back up the ladder to his engines and left the thing exactly where it was.