Black and white photo of a fine line script tattoo reading Still I rise across the inside of a forearm.

Still I rise script on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A black and white photograph of a forearm bearing the words Still I rise in thin, cursive script. The linework is fine and even, with no shading, and the text runs diagonally up the arm. A striped top and a round pendant necklace are visible, and the person's face is cropped out of the frame.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Script Quote Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Ada, the tide took the lower steps again last night, so I have been carrying the paraffin up on my back like a donkey. Your father would have laughed at me. He never trusted the boat to Gull Stack without him at the tiller, and now I suppose the boat does not trust me either, but we are managing.

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The council wrote to say the lamp at Skerry Point would be put out in October unless someone could show the Trinity House men that the light was still wanted. I sent them a list instead. Forty-one boats that came home by it last winter, the Mary Lowe with her broken rudder, the Constance that lost two men off the Haddock Bank. Mr Pardoe from the harbour office read it and said sentiment does not keep a lamp burning. I told him sentiment is what keeps a man rowing in the dark. He said that was a poor argument for a lighthouse, and he is not wrong, only stubborn, and so am I.

Then the storm came up on Thursday and the glass dropped so fast I thought the barometer had broken. I climbed the tower with the wick trimmed short and the wind shoving at the windows like a crowd at a door, and I thought of you telling me I was too old for the ladder. The lamp caught on the third strike. I stood with my hand on the cold brass and watched the beam sweep out over the black water, and I laughed out loud at nothing, because it kept on going round, whatever the sea did.

On Friday the Mary Lowe came in under the light. Mr Pardoe was on the quay with his list, not saying a word. Come home when you can. The kettle is on the hob and I have saved you the good cup.