Black typewriter-style lettering reading so say we all across the inside of a wrist.

Typewriter lettering on a wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of the inside of a wrist with the words so say we all in black, typewriter-style serif lettering. The letters are small, evenly spaced and run horizontally across the centre of the forearm. The skin is pale and the lighting is slightly uneven, with a soft shadow across the lower part of the frame.

Lettering Forearm Quote Text Phrase Typewriter font

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The typewriter had jammed in the second fortnight out of Liverpool, and Ada Pell had been coaxing the 'e' back into line ever since. Chief Steward Marrow wanted the manifest fair-copied before the Cape, and nobody else aboard could be trusted with the carriage return. She sat at the chart table with the lamp swinging overhead, tapping one key at a time and listening to the hull groan through forty feet of cold water.

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Forward, the watch had started the old call again, the one the boatswain had brought from a Clyde ferry before the war. One man would shout a line and the whole deck would answer it back, loud enough to drown the wind. Ada had never said it herself. It sounded to her like a promise made by men who had not yet seen the weather.

Halfway down the page the lamp guttered and the ribbon snagged. She typed the last entries by feel: tinned milk, crates of seed potatoes for a colony that did not yet have a name, and at the foot of the sheet, because she had run out of room, the words the men shouted at dawn. So say we all. She signed nothing. Let the purser find it.

In the morning the chief read the manifest twice, frowned at the bottom line, and then tapped it once with his pen before going up on deck to call the watch.