Black outline tattoo of the Starship Enterprise from Star Trek on the outer thigh, with a printed stencil of the same design held beside it.

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Starship Enterprise tattoo on a thigh

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A black linework tattoo of the Starship Enterprise from Star Trek, shown in profile with its saucer section, neck and nacelle detail. The lines are solid and even with some interior hatching and shading on the engineering section, and there is no colour. A paper stencil of the same design sits below the tattoo on the skin for comparison.

Thigh Spaceship

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Old Ansel Pryce had kept the lamp at Carrick Nab for thirty-one winters, and in all that time the sea had never sent him anything it had not taken first. So when the grey ship came down out of the cloud that October, he did not run for the rail. He sat on the step with his tea going cold and watched it.

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It was long and pale as a bone-handled knife, with a round dish set at the front of it and two slim pillars riding under its back like stilts. It hung above the headland the way a gull hangs over a fish it has not yet decided on. Its lights were the colour of his own brass lamp, and a hum came up through the rock and into his boots.

His daughter Wenna had gone across to the mainland in spring and not written since, and he had stopped telling people he was waiting. The ship dipped its neck toward the tower. Without a hand on it, the great lens began to turn, slow as a sleeper, and Ansel climbed the iron stair with his knees complaining at every step. From somewhere above the gallery a voice said, plainly, "Keeper, the channel is marked. Hold your light steady for us." So he held it all night, until his palms ached.

At first light the ship was gone and the sea lay flat and empty. On the gallery rail sat a square of paper folded once, with a drawing of the same long ship and a few careful words in a hand he knew: I am still on my way, Dad. Keep the lamp lit for the bright road. Ansel tucked it inside his coat and went down to put the kettle on.