Black fine line circle tattoo with a simple inner mark on the outer ankle of a leg wearing black platform sandals.

Small circle tattoo on the ankle

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of two legs in black suede platform sandals on a brick pavement, with the back of the right ankle in focus. A small black outline tattoo of a circle with simple inner marks sits on the outer ankle. The shot is cropped below the knees and above the feet, with a blurred metal lattice screen in the background.

Fine line Ankle Circle Symbol Ankle Sandal Leg

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Pull your chair nearer the fire, the only warm thing on this quay tonight, and I'll tell you about the Morwenna's last crossing, the one where the compass went dead under us.

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Old Tom Pellow kept the binnacle on that ship, a brass bowl with a card spinning on its pin. Off the Azores the needle went lazy and we were three days with the sun hid behind grey cloth. Tom would not let a soul touch the bowl. He sat beside it with a stub of chalk and drew a ring on the deck planks, a circle with four short strokes inside, the points as he judged them from the swell, the gulls and the set of the cloud. The men laughed at him. Then they stopped laughing, because the chalk ring was right more often than the brass.

On the fourth morning a girl called Essie Crane came up from the hold with a face like cold porridge, swearing she could hear church bells under the hull. Tom took her to the rail and set her hand on the chalk mark. He said a ring with marks inside is only a clock that has forgotten its hours, and you keep it honest by keeping your own head level. She stood there till her teeth stopped chattering.

We raised Corvo at first light, the grey smudge of it rising out of the sea like a thumb. The deck was scrubbed clean by the watch, every trace of the ring gone under holystones and sand. Tom went down on his knees anyway and drew it again, quick and crooked, right where the wheel stands. When the mate asked why, he said a mark is for the next man who's lost, and the next man is always somebody.