Flash style drawing of a blue tidal wave with a cream banner reading We Will Bring The Tidal Wave and the words Pierce The Veil 2013 beneath, shown without any body placement.

Tidal wave banner flash design

Traditional · Colour · Flash

A bold, outlined drawing of a stylised ocean wave with white highlights and curling splashes filling the frame. Three cream banners cross the artwork, carrying the lettering WE WILL BRING THE TIDAL WAVE, and a block heading reads PIERCE THE VEIL with the date 2013 at the lower right. The palette is mainly blues with black linework and cream, with flat fills and little shading.

Traditional Wave Water Splash Banner Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody on Skerrow believed the sea would climb the harbour wall again, so when Tamsin Rowe nailed three strips of cream sailcloth across the chapel door, the fishermen laughed and went out to the boats anyway. Tamsin did not laugh. She had seen the grey line on the water at dawn, the one that sat flat as slate and did not move with the wind, and she knew what it was carrying.

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She sat on the chapel step with a tin of tar and a stub of brush and painted the cloth in letters as tall as her forearm. The first strip read WE WILL BRING. The second read THE TIDAL. The last she left blank, because her grandmother had told her that the sea always wants to finish what it starts. Her grandson Jory brought her water and asked what the words were for. 'So the sea knows it is expected,' she said, 'and so it has the courtesy to stop.'

The wave came in at noon, a wall of blue water with white hands at its crest, and it struck the island like a door slammed in a house. It rose over the wall, over the boats, over the roofs of the lower street, and then it reached the chapel and stopped. The cream banners snapped out straight in the spray. The sea drew back from the words as if it had read them and did not care for the spelling.

By evening the water had gone down to the harbour and the tar had run in black ribbons down the stone. Jory found the last strip lying in the wrack, empty except for a single curl of foam where a word should have been. Tamsin folded it into her apron and said nothing about it, which was how she kept the sea honest.