Black ink flash sheet in a traditional style showing two female heads with daggers, barbed wire, clasped hands, a sailing ship and birds.

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Traditional flash sheet with ship, daggers and barbed wire

Traditional · Black and grey · Flash

A black ink flash sheet on cream paper with two female heads, one pierced by a dagger and the other crossed by daggers within a rope border. Below are a strand of barbed wire, a pair of clasped hands wrapped in barbed wire, and a three-masted sailing ship on rough water with birds in the sky. The work uses bold outlines and dense stippled shading, with no colour.

Traditional Woman Head Dagger Hand Ship Sea Bird Rope Flag

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody aboard the Constance Ellery wanted to touch the coil of wire in the forward hold, least of all Dan Moss, who had been ordered to stow it. Four hundred yards of barbed wire from a Sheffield works, bound for an estancia somewhere past the River Plate, and the bosun swore it had a temper. Dan wore his leather gloves for the job. Every time the ship rolled, the points found the timber and sang a thin, unpleasant note that followed him up the ladder and into his dreams.

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Off the Horn the weather turned. A squall took the fore topsail and the red ensign went with it, ripped to ribbons above the spray. The crew said the wire had been pulling at the hull, dragging them toward the rocks, and the cook swore he had seen the coils shift in the night. Dan knew it was nonsense, but on the third morning he found the lashings cut and the wire loose, and he had to crawl among the coils with his bare hands to re-secure it while the mate watched from the hatch and called him a fool.

On the thirty-first day the cabin boy, young Eli Pratt, was found in the hold with his fingers caught among the barbs, his hands pressed together as if in prayer. Captain Hale sent for the bone-handled knife and the carpenter's saw, and the men cut him free one strand at a time while the birds wheeled over the masts. Nobody spoke. When the last length went over the side, the wire sank slowly into the grey water and the ship righted herself at last.

They raised Valparaíso ninety-one days out, and the wire went ashore with the rest of the cargo. Dan never learned who bought it. Years later, in a dockside tavern in Bristol, he saw a man with a faded dagger inked on his forearm lift a pint and say the Constance had sunk with all hands off the Horn. Dan said nothing. He only flexed his fingers inside his gloves and remembered the sound the wire made when the wind got into it.