Solid black treble clef tattoo on the ankle, with a silhouetted figure with one arm raised standing on top of the clef.

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Treble clef with silhouetted figure on ankle

Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A solid black treble clef sits on the side of the ankle, with the silhouette of a figure with one arm raised standing on the upper loop of the clef. The design is filled in with bold black ink and smooth edges, with no shading or colour. The close photograph shows the foot against a dark green textured surface, with the tattoo near the centre of the frame.

Ankle Treble clef Music Silhouette Figure Dancer

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fiddler Tobias Crane had played the same reel for eleven days, and by the twelfth the Morning Star's crew could hum it in their sleep. Off the Horn the wind died and the sea lay flat as pewter, so Captain Ruddock ordered dancing on the foredeck, since nothing else would shift the men from their sulking.

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Among the hands was a girl called Nell Fairweather, who had stowed away at Bristol with a bundle of blue ribbons and a debt to her brother's creditors. When the deck dancing grew tired she climbed the rigging to the crosstrees, where the sound carried furthest, and there she stood on the narrow spar with one arm lifted, the way women lifted their arms at the harvest fair in her village. Tobias bowed his fiddle, and the notes rose tall as the mainmast and curled round at the top like a lark's song folded into a letter.

The captain forbade women aloft, and the bosun swore the spar would snap under her, but Nell only laughed and said the wind would come up for a dancer if it would not come for a prayer. Tobias played through the dog watch and the middle watch, his fingers splitting on the gut strings, and at the change of the night a grey breath moved across the water and filled the sails. Nobody asked him to stop.

At dawn the Star made Falmouth with every sail drawing. Ruddock wrote in the log that the voyage had been slow but true, and beneath it, in a smaller hand that nobody afterwards could explain, he wrote that a blue ribbon was still tied to the crosstrees and was to be left there for the next fiddler.