Traditional style flash sheet showing a ship in a rope frame, a globe with a 30 degree banner, flowers, a hand with a bracelet and a geisha head with roses.

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Traditional flash sheet with ship, globe and flowers

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A flash sheet of traditional style tattoo designs on a cream background, arranged around a central ship in full sail inside a rope frame. Other designs include a globe with a banner reading 30 degrees everywhere, a hand wearing a bracelet, pink flowers with green leaves, a geisha head with roses, and a house with a slogan banner. Bold black outlines are filled with red, green, yellow, blue and pink.

Traditional Ship Rope Globe Banner Hand Bracelet Flower Leaf Geisha Rose House Anchor Sun

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ship came into the harbour at Saltcombe with its sails already torn, and nobody on the quay would take its rope until the harbourmaster had read the chart. It was a poor chart, drawn on the back of a tide table, with one line ruled across it in red ink and the words written beneath: thirty degrees, everywhere. Old Mabel Tulk, who kept the lamp at the breakwater, said her grandmother had ruled that line herself, after a man came off a ship with no name painted on its bow.

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The rule of the line was simple, and Saltcombe had kept it for generations. A boat could cross from the north of the thirtieth parallel to the south, but it must first give the sea something that did not belong to it. A button, a coin, a lock of hair, a bent nail. Most captains carried a cheap trinket for the purpose and dropped it over the rail at the first sight of the red ink. This captain had brought a length of rope, coiled tight and knotted at one end, and he would not say who had tied it.

On the third night the harbourmaster's daughter, Nell, climbed down to the quay with a lantern and a tin of ship's biscuit. She found the captain on a bollard, staring at the brass globe on his wrist as though it might turn if he waited long enough. 'It is always here,' he said, 'and never where I left it.' She asked him what he had given the sea. He opened his hand. There was nothing in it but a crust of salt and a small pink flower pressed flat.

She told him to sail at dawn and to tell the water that Saltcombe had given its own rope. In the morning the ship went out past the breakwater with its torn sails full, and Mabel swore afterwards that the knot at its bow had come loose and drifted behind it like a question nobody needed to answer.