Sparrow Tattoo Sailor Novels & Stories

At the very bottom was the golden Eagle Globe and Anchor of the United States Marine Corps. On her lower back was Irish Claddagh done in Irish knots. Between the Claddagh and wings was an outline of a wolf howling at the moon. Inside the wolf was a scene from the outlook over Silver Lake where she had always gone to think as a girl. There were six smaller wolf outlines on either side of the big one. Each was a different color with two letters on them, one for each of her siblings. And even though she was no longer close with her father, on her left side was a mated pair of wolves for her parents. Behind all of it and linking it all together was an intricate blue Celtic knot. During his explo

The light traveled over the line of his shoulders and the slope of his spine I noticed a tattoo on his back close to his shoulders I hadn’t picked up before: a spider inked over what looked like the faded outline of a skull. Faint shadows of the old design showed beneath the new one. I considered asking, but some things felt private, like bookmarks in someone else’s book. I let it be.

Claimed By The New Neighbour (2) Mara took a beer for herself and sat down. “Vaughn, I see you have a Marine Corps tattoo on your upper arm. Is that your only tattoo?” “Mara, I’ve always thought that if you have a Marine tattoo, that’s all you need. I did my twenty years and loved every minute of it. Then I took retirement, and now I’m loving every minute of that too. I just do whatever the fúck I want.”

His hands held the railing as he leaned on it, putting some of his weight on his hands and looking at the ocean. I was relieved to find him there. Standing behind, I looked at his back and for the first time, I actually looked at the tattoo on his back, near his torso right in the middle, where his spinal cord was. It was an inverted cross with snakes wrapping around it. It was demonic. He was demonic. I mean who gets an inverted cross tattooed on their body? I walk to him and stand a few feet behind. “Why are we still here?” I ask looking at his broad back, scrunching my eyes due to the bright sun.

They were part of the Marvel club as I used to joke with them, they were crazy but they were incredible people, Kevin my best friend, personal tattoo artist and teacher on the subject, had commented that if he managed to get the job he would tattoo the company logo for me, but I would have to do it and that would be the first tattoo my best friend would ever let me do. It was a very nice night we laughed, we messed with each other, we drank wine and ate until we burst, and when they were about to leave, Kevin told me that he wanted to get something marine tattooed in honor of his grandfather, who had been a fisherman, the comment of the Marine tattoo reminded me of the majestic, exquisite an

A tattoo of an eagle with spears clutched in its talons screamed out from his delicious-looking shoulder. He glanced over, and I felt my heart stop. His eyes peered right at me, and I could feel a blush starting to form as that Adonis of a man looked at me. I pretended to be very interested in my book, not wanting to be caught looking. When I glanced back up, he was greeting two more perfect specimens of the male species standing at the water's edge. All three of them had the same tattoo on their respective shoulders and all three were drool worthy. The three men walked casually down the beach and away from us. I was sad to see them go. They were so much better to look at than Speedo Guy. My

I was starting to enjoy his existence. And it was... scary. "Vivian?" Kai called out, breaking my reverie. I quickly turned my attention to his stomach, trying to look casual. "This tattoo," I said, pointing to the image of two feathers intertwined on the right side of his stomach. "What does it mean?" Kai glanced in the direction I was referring to, then smiled a little. "It's a symbol of freedom. Two feathers-one long, one short-bound together but still having their own direction."

He grunted, trying to follow her change of topic when his very erect, very throbbing dick was pressed against her belly and she was positioned between his legs. While he was still processing, she inched the shirt up to his chin and glanced at the ink in question. She couldn't possibly see very much considering the only light was a glow from the lamp in the living room, but she traced the intricate wings that spanned his pecs and stopped above his navel. "Why an eagle?" She tilted her head, studying the tattoo. He had a branded mark The Disciples made him get and had wanted to cover it up. "Got it when I enlisted. It was my first. A sign of home or something."

she finishes. The Advisor places her palm over the back of my palm and I start feeling this searing pain, “Clam down, the mark is almost finished,” Ariel says trying to calm me down. Once she is done, I look at my hand. The mark is fascinating and has an intricate design. It is sea waves with a siren in mermaid form with angel wings moving in between the waves.

’ He turned to the pirates at work, ‘Good morning comrades. ‘Good morning, Captain.’ And continued to row the ship; all were busy at their different posts. The flag was flying high on the mast, showing the image of the eagle with an axe, reflecting out. A tall and athletic man, with a scar on the right side of his face, walked down to Captain Casablanca. ‘Aye, Captain!’ He said. ‘Zealot, how long shall it take us to get to Island?’ ‘Not too long again, Captain.’ He stared at the sea, wishing they get there soon.