Small fine-line black tattoo of a pocket watch on the side of a finger, with a hand resting against black shorts.

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Small pocket watch on a finger

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A hand rests against black shorts, with a small pocket watch tattoo on the side of one finger. The watch has a thin outer circle, a loop at the top for the chain, and a few interior details drawn in fine black lines. The background is soft green foliage, and the small tattoo is the clear focus of the frame.

Fine line Hand Pocket watch Watch Clock

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the step, it's slick where the spray gets in. Aye, that's the one. Now listen, because I'll not tell it twice, and the cook has heard it four times this week already. The watch belonged to Ada Pellow, a purser's daughter from the Tyne, and she had it from her father the day the Margery Lowe cleared the Downs in 1868. Brass case, a hinged lid, and a hairline crack across the glass that nobody ever had mended.

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Forty days out, the chronometer stopped dead. Salt had got into the works, and the navigator, a sour little man called Hollis, swore we'd be on the rocks off Tierra del Fuego by the new moon. Ada sat up three nights with her father's watch open on the chart table, a jeweller's loupe screwed into one eye, counting the balance wheel against the stars. She knew the ship's clock ran a mite slow, and that nobody else had thought to ask which way.

On the third night she found the crack wasn't in the glass at all. It ran through the back plate, and when she prised it loose, a folded slip of paper dropped into her palm, written in her father's cramped hand: Correct by two minutes forty seconds for the Horn. Trust the watch, not the man. She laughed so loudly the mate came down with a lantern to see if she'd gone mad.

We raised the Falklands with a day to spare. Hollis never forgave her, and Ada never told him the watch had been true all along, only that its keeper had been reading it backwards. The slip is still folded inside the case, and when the light's low I'll open it for you, if your hands are steady enough to hold it.