Colour tattoo on an upper arm showing the Wizard of Oz, with the Emerald City, the Wicked Witch, a flying monkey and a crystal ball of characters, in a realistic painted style.

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Wizard of Oz scene on upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows a Wizard of Oz scene with a green, smoky face of the Wizard above the glowing Emerald City and a yellow brick road. The Wicked Witch stands on the right holding a broomstick, a flying monkey sits on the left beside a bubbling cauldron, and a crystal ball at the bottom shows Dorothy and her companions. The image is shown as three side-by-side panels of the same arm, with smooth shading and bright greens, oranges and purples.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down and mind the cauldron, the lot of you. Cook Brannock never scoured it after the Ostend run, and now it bubbles on its own whenever the galley fire gets low. Whatever you do, don't look into the glass ball on the top shelf. I did, the winter the Lark limped into the Solent with her topsails burned to rags, and I saw a green city standing in the middle of a sea that had no business holding one.

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The glass belonged to Ezra Pell, our purser, a thin man who kept three sets of books and one pair of boots. He had it off a stall in Valparaiso from a woman who swore it once belonged to a wizard blown off course in a gale. Pell called it rubbish and used it to prop up his pipe. Then the Lark's bosun went overboard drunk, and the men who fished him out were so frightened they stood stiff as lamp posts. Pell took the glass down, rubbed it on his sleeve, and told them the road home was yellow brick and they were to follow it.

They followed it, because men will follow anything that gleams. For forty days of fog they steered by that green face in the glass, and the witch on her broom kept rising off the horizon to scold the helmsman, and something with wings kept stealing biscuits from the bread barrel. Nobody saw them make landfall. We only know they did because Pell came back to the galley one morning with his boots on the right feet for once and said, cool as you like, that the wizard had driven a hard bargain and paid in tin.

So mind the pot, Ada. And if you hear something laughing in the flue tonight, don't bother checking. That'll be Pell, still doing the accounts.