Black and grey cartoon raccoon tattoo on a wrist beside a larger cartoon blue bird tattoo on a forearm, in a black and white photo.

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Two cartoon animal tattoos on forearms

Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two cartoon characters are tattooed on separate arms: a small raccoon with a striped tail on the wrist, and a taller bird-like figure with a beaked face and striped body on the forearm beside it. The linework is bold and outlined, with flat grey fills and light shading on the bodies. The photograph is black and white and shows the two tattoos side by side in a close crop.

Forearm Bird Cartoon character Animal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rope had been slack for forty minutes before Quill noticed it was tied to nothing. Pell, who had tied it, sat on the wet deck with his striped tail wrapped round his knees and pretended the knot was a decision. Out past the breakwater the Gull Mary coughed, shuddered and kept going, which Quill said was proof of the captain's faith and Pell said was proof of the engine's sense of humour.

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Quill was the tall one, the one who had read the timetable aloud at every port since Thursday. He stood at the rail with his long neck bent over the water like a question. 'Sixteen minutes to the far light,' he announced. 'Sixteen minutes to find out whether that bell is ringing for us or for the cod.' Pell did not look up. He was counting the knots again, which had come out to nine every time and never to a useful number.

When the fog came down the cook brought them two mugs of tea that tasted of tin. Pell took his mug, climbed onto the rail beside Quill and held the rope out over the dark. 'Hold this,' he said. Quill held it. The rope went taut, the ferry swung, and a buoy with a single white eye rolled out of the murk and knocked against the hull like someone wanting to be let in.

The buoy had been the lighthouse all along, or near enough, and the bell they had been waiting for was nothing but its ringing. Quill laughed until his beak clacked. Pell untied the knot properly, looped it round the buoy and said a rope tied to nothing could still find something if you were patient enough to let it swing. Quill wrote that down in the timetable, under the sailings, where he kept the things that mattered.