Black and grey fine line tattoo of a world map outline on the inner forearm.

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World map outline on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A single-line outline of the world map covers the forearm, showing continents including the Americas, Africa, Europe, Asia and Australia with scattered islands. The linework is thin, even and uniform, with no shading. The black ink on the pale skin is shown in a greyscale photograph against a dark background, with the tattoo centred across the arm.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sea had grown greedy by the time Ysolde Harr took over the ferry at Dover, and every crossing it asked her the same question: where is the land? She rowed her passengers over the narrow water that had once been a road, past chimneys standing out of the chop like the fingers of a drowned hand, and she answered as best she could.

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One autumn a stranger stepped down onto her boards with a bundle of pulped paper and a stick of charcoal. He said he had walked from the far side of the world, from a country the water had swallowed so long ago that only his grandmother remembered its name. Ysolde took him across for nothing. Halfway over, he rolled back her sleeve and drew on her forearm, tracing one unbroken line around the shores he could remember: the long spine of the Americas, the hook of Africa, the great shelf of the north and the crumbs of islands he called the Pacific.

"Keep it," he said, when the keel grated on the far stones. "When the sea forgets, show it the line." She laughed and scrubbed at the ink with salt, but it would not come away, and the harder she scrubbed the clearer the coasts became. In the years after, whenever the water crept up the quay steps, she rowed a traveller out to the middle of the channel, held out her arm and let the sea read its own edges written in black. It drew back a finger's width and thought better of it.

When Ysolde grew too stiff for the oars, she gave them to a boy called Tobin and made him promise to keep the line true. His first crossing was rough, and he pulled the boat wide so the coast came out crooked. Halfway over, a gull settled on the prow and watched him steadily, as though it had heard this tale before. When he looked back, the shore was still there, a little wider than it had been that morning.