Black ink finger tattoos on two fists in a simple traditional style, showing a flower, a ship, a ship's wheel, a palm tree and crossed arrows.

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Small nautical finger tattoos on two hands

Traditional · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two clenched fists show five small black tattoos, one on each finger of the right hand and the index finger of the left: a five-petalled flower, a sailing ship, a ship's wheel, a palm tree and a pair of crossed arrows. The lines are bold and even with simple solid fills, and the motifs are set on the finger joints. The image is in black ink only, with forearms covered in other tattoo work visible at the top edge against a dark background.

Traditional Hand Flower Ship Ship's wheel Palm tree Arrow Nautical

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The function room above the Anchor smelled of carpet shampoo and warm lager, and Maggie had been circling the raffle table for ten minutes before she found the nerve to speak to Gary Holt. Thirty years had taken the freckles from his face but left the crooked grin he used to wear when he talked the Year Nine form into skipping double geography.

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They had been five then, a gang of rough kids from Harbour Road who spent their dinner hours on the sea wall, and each of them had picked one small thing to mark the summer they swore they would leave Wexcombe together. Gary wanted a ship. Maggie chose the wheel because she planned to steer. The palm tree was drawn by a girl who had been to Majorca once and never let anyone forget it, and the arrows belonged to a boy who moved to Canada and never wrote back.

Gary came over with two pints and a paper napkin folded in quarters. He unfolded it on the table. Someone had drawn the five symbols in blue biro, the flower, the ship, the wheel, the palm and the arrows, and beneath them in careful capitals were the words WE GO TOGETHER. 'Found it in Mum's loft,' he said. 'Thought you'd want it back.'

Maggie looked at the wheel, then at the lopsided palm, which nobody had ever managed to draw properly. 'We never did leave,' she said. 'No,' said Gary, 'but we went round the same bend every single day.' She folded the napkin back along its old creases and slid it into her handbag beside her keys. Outside the window the tide was coming in over the wall, the way it always had.