Traditional style flash design of a red heart with the words WELL FUCK, a red flower and two dark teal leaves on a cream background.

Traditional heart with flower and leaves

Traditional · Colour · Flash

A bold traditional style heart filled with red shading to black, with the words WELL FUCK in dark lettering across the centre. A red flower with a white centre and two dark teal leaves sit at the lower left of the heart. Heavy black outlines, an orange scalloped border and red and teal droplets along the right edge are set against a plain cream background.

Traditional Heart Flower Leaves Lettering Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ferry Gannet coughed twice on the slip before Cyril Hosken leaned out of the wheelhouse and said the two words the whole harbour had heard him say before, only louder. Ruth Penhallow, who had come down with her paint box to touch up the name on the hull, sat on a bollard and waited for the engine to make up its mind.

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It did not make up its mind. Cyril spent an hour with his head in the bilge while Ruth worked on the transom board, mixing the red she used for lifebuoys with a drop of black ink until it darkened towards the bottom like a sky before rain. Her hands wanted something to do, so she painted a heart on a scrap of ply, scalloped its edge in orange, dotted the right side with teal and red drops, and tucked a flower with two dark leaves at its foot. When Cyril came up grey with oil, she turned the board round.

He read it slowly, lips moving. "That's the most honest thing anyone's painted on this island," he said, and he wanted it nailed above the wheelhouse door. Ruth told him it would cost him a pasty. He paid in pasties for a month, and every crossing after, the heart hung there, blistered a little by salt, while the Gannet muttered at the tide and rolled out into the bay.

On the last Friday of October, the engine turned over on the first try, and Cyril stood on the deck with his cap in his hand, looking up at the painted heart as if it had finally done him a favour.