Flat turquoise tribal-style design with a symmetrical central motif, spiral scrollwork and a teal diamond, shown as a tattoo design on a white background.

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Symmetrical tribal design in turquoise

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A symmetrical tribal-style design shows a central figure with spiral scrollwork across the upper section, a teal diamond with a white dot near the top, and a segmented lower body that ends in curved tails. The linework is solid turquoise with white negative space, with no shading. The design is centred on a plain white background with small dots placed at the top and sides.

Tribal Spiral Diamond Symmetrical design

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the lot of you, and mind the lamp. My grandmother told this one on the far side of Inish Maree, where the wind never once stopped to rest, and she told it to me the way I'm telling it to you.

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Every spring the water off the north point went green and still, and the old crab-women said the Cuttlemother had come up from the deep to count her children. She never rose whole. Only her head broke the surface, a pale shield with two white coils of foam curling off it like smoke from a banked fire, and in the middle of her brow sat a dark diamond with a pearl in its heart that could see through a man's coat to the coins in his pocket.

Tomas Arrow was the only boatman fool enough to row out that spring. He had lost his brother to the swell the winter before and wanted, he said, a word with whatever ate the sea. He went at dusk with a sack of salt herring and a knife he had never once sharpened. When the water flattened, the Cuttlemother lifted her ribbed body from beneath the hull, segment after segment, until her tails curled at the stern like the ends of a rope. She asked him what he had brought.

Tomas did not offer the herring. He offered her the knife, then his own two hands, and she laughed so hard every gull on the rocks took off at once. "Your brother is not mine to give back," she said, "but he is not lost either. He is the one who keeps the shoals running to your nets." Tomas rowed home with empty hands and a full boat. On the north point the coils of foam still turn each spring, and if you watch long enough you will see the pearl wink, which is only the sea reminding you it was counting.