Three people stand side by side with black tribal blackwork tattoos covering their forearms and upper arms, faces out of frame.

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Three blackwork tribal arm sleeves

Blackwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Three people stand in a row with their torsos and arms shown, faces cropped out of the frame. Each arm carries bold black tribal patterns made of solid bands, angular lines and geometric panels, with some areas of lighter skin left between the designs. The ink is entirely black and grey, and the plain dark backdrop keeps the focus on the sleeves.

Blackwork Geometric Forearm Upper arm Tribal Geometric pattern Sleeve Band Line

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The survey of Harrowgate Pier was ordered in March, and Mr Ansel Dunning, who measured everything twice, was sent to record the three men who kept the tide tables by hand. They worked in a row on the bench outside the signal hut with their sleeves rolled, and when he asked why their forearms were banded in black, the eldest, Teodor Vance, said the lines were the tides set down on skin, so that no man on the pier could lie about the water.

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Dunning copied the patterns into his field book: a stepped band at the wrist, a long wedge running toward the elbow, a panel like a sluice gate. Each solid line, Teodor explained, was a high water, and each gap between them a low. The youngest, a boy called Pim, had left one stretch of his left arm bare. He had not yet seen a spring tide that deserved a mark.

In November the storm tore the signal hut off its piles and dropped it in the harbour. Dunning came back to find the three men on the shingle, sleeves pushed up against the cold, the tables gone under the surf. Teodor pressed one finger to Pim's bare patch and said, here. Pim took up a burnt cork and began to draw the water, one stroke at a time, while the others watched the sea come in exactly when they had said it would.

Dunning wrote in his book that the readings were recovered. He did not write that the boy's forearm had gone black from wrist to elbow by dusk, or that the tide, for once, needed no checking.