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Woman profile and sailing ship on upper arm
Traditional · Upper arm · Mixed · Photo
A woman's profile in black and grey shading with a pale face and red cheek, wearing pearl strands through dark, voluminous hair and a drop earring. A three-masted sailing ship with pink-grey sails and a red hull band sits atop her head, with a small patterned tattoo visible on her neck below the ear. Bold outlines and saturated red and skin tones contrast with the grey shading across the upper arm.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
Jem Haddow had been at sea since he was nine, and he had never seen a woman carry a ship on her head until Nell Parrish walked the Bristol quay that March. The barque was no toy. Its sails were cut from an old ensign, its hull painted red at the waterline, and it sat above her dark curls as if it had always sailed there. Nobody asked where she got it. Nell did not care for questions, and she had a way of looking at a man until he forgot what he meant to say.
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Her pearls were the other talk. Three strands wound through her hair and looped past one ear, and the bosun swore they had come off Captain Ambrose Vane when the sea took him off the Horn. Vane had left a wife in Cork and a debt in Bristol, and when his body washed up without its jewellery, folk said Nell had found it first. She only laughed and touched the drop pearl at her ear.
The Cutty Wren sailed on the next tide, and Nell came aboard with a sea chest and no ticket. The mate wanted her off. The master asked only whether she could splice rope. Off the Horn, two months later, a grey sea came over the bow, and the crew found her at the wheel with the little barque steady on her hair, calm as a churchwarden.
Jem never learned whether the pearls had been Vane's. What he remembered was the morning they raised land, when Nell drew the last strand from her hair and let it fall over the rail, one pearl at a time, into water the colour of slate. "Debts paid," she said, and the ship on her head did not so much as tip.
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