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Woman, shark and sailing ship on a thigh

Neo-trad · Thigh · Colour · Photo

A woman with dark hair and a necklace is shown in profile, with a grey shark curving around her shoulders and a sailing ship against a red sun in the background. The linework is bold and outlined, with smooth shading on the shark and ship and flat red, green and skin tones. The composition fills the curve of the thigh, with the shark's body wrapping from the lower left to the upper right.

Neo-trad Thigh Woman Shark Sailing ship Necklace Sea

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The shark had been trailing the Halcyon Vane for three days when Hester Lamb climbed onto the rail at dusk with her grandmother's coral necklace wound round one wrist. Below her the water was going the colour of brass, and the sun sat red on the edge of the world behind the foremast, as if someone had pinned it there to dry. Captain Brisbane had already ordered the great hook rigged. Old Caddick swore the beast was the same one that took two men off the Lisbon run in '09, and nobody on the watch wanted to argue with a man who had lost a brother to the same water.

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Hester didn't wait for the hook. She leaned out over the gunwale, close enough that the spray beaded on her cap, and called down to the fin as if it were a dog that had followed her home. The deck went quiet. Then the grey back rolled up out of the swell, slow and deliberate, and she laid her mouth against its blunt snout the way a girl might kiss a cousin at a wedding. Somebody laughed nervously. Somebody else started counting under his breath.

When she straightened up, the shark turned and went under the hull without touching a single plank. Hester unwound the necklace, let the beads fall one by one into the wake, and watched the water close over them. Nobody ever learned what passed between them. But the Vane made port at Falmouth with a full hold and not a man lost, and Caddick, who never once in his life admitted to being wrong, bought Hester a drink and said the sea had only wanted its due.