Forearm tattoo in a shaded traditional style showing the words The Goonies in orange and yellow lettering above a skull and crossbones, a Never Say Die banner, and a skeleton in front of crossed

The Goonies skull and skeleton forearm tattoo

Traditional · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo covers the forearm and shows a skull and crossbones above the title The Goonies, with a Never Say Die banner beneath it and a skeleton standing in front of crossed tools at the lower section. The skull, skeleton and banner are rendered in grey and black shading with soft smudged edges, while the title letters carry a yellow to red gradient fill. The composition is vertical and centred on the forearm, with the lettering and skull framing the upper part and the skeleton filling the lower part.

Traditional Forearm Skull Crossbones Skeleton Banner Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Tom,

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We found the shaft on Tuesday, behind the old fog store where Dad swore there was nothing but rock. Pete got the crowbar under a flagstone and it gave way with a sound like a cupboard door, and cold air came up smelling of wet pennies. Mum says you're to come home for the weekend, but the weekend can wait. Listen.

The tunnel runs straight for forty yards before it bends toward the sea. Someone cut it with picks, and the marks are still sharp in the chalk. On a ledge near the bend two picks lay crossed like a salute, and beside them sat a skeleton in a salt-stiff jersey, propped against the wall as if it had been told to wait. Pete wanted to run. Maddy didn't. She knelt and read the words scratched above the ledge, NEVER SAY DIE, and then she laughed until she cried, which is the most Maddy thing she has ever done.

The box was not gold. It was a tin the size of a bread loaf, and inside was a pocket watch stopped at ten past nine and a letter addressed to whoever came next. The writer signed himself Ezra Vane, keeper, and dated it 1911. He had cut the tunnel so the lamp oil could be carried up dry through the worst storms, and he had never once let the light go dark on his watch. He wrote that nobody would thank him for it, which he said was the whole point.

I'm not coming home yet. The beam swings across the kitchen wall at ten past nine, same as always, and I've started counting it with the watch we found. Ask Dad whether he knew. Tell him we are keeping the light lit.

Love, Jess