Colour tattoo of two cartoon lions nuzzling heads beneath the words Remember who you are in black script, on skin.

Two cartoon lions with Remember who you are

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The tattoo shows two cartoon-style lions with full manes, one larger and one smaller, touching heads with closed eyes. The outlines are dark and the shading is soft, with orange, yellow and red-brown tones. Black script reading Remember who you are arcs across the top of the design on a pale skin background.

Lion Cartoon Script Quote

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The cub had stopped eating on the third day out of Mombasa. Ruth Gallacher, who had shovelled coal for eleven years and was not easily frightened by anything with a pulse, sat on an upturned crate in the forward hold and watched the animal's ribs rise and fall beneath a coat the colour of dry sand. Her shift had ended an hour ago. Nobody had told her to stay.

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The old male lay against the bulkhead where the boiler gave off its heat, his mane gone the rust of old pennies, and the cub had wedged itself under his foreleg as if the iron were a cave. Ruth had been told they were called Odo and Little Mab, bought off a dhow captain who had lost his nerve in a squall. Odo had not roared once since Aden. He only lifted his head when the cub whimpered, then lowered it again, slowly, as though the effort cost him something he could not spare.

She did not know lions. She knew her mother's kitchen in Birkenhead, and the particular way her mother had called her name when Ruth was small and lost on the Pier Head, a name pulled back out of a crowd. So she leaned forward, kept her voice low over the thud of the engines, and said the only thing that came to her. "Come on, you. Remember who you are."

The cub's ears went up. It lifted its nose, sniffed the coal dust, then climbed over the old lion's shoulder to press its face into his neck. When the ship docked at Canada Dock three days later, Odo walked down the gangway first, mane lifting in the wind off the Mersey, and the cub followed at his heels as though it had always known the road. Ruth stayed at the rail with her cap in her hands, saying it again under her breath, and found she was no longer certain who she had been talking to.