The Mary Rose, one of the warships of Henry VIII, has found its way into a short story I'm writing—both as the name of my protagonist's best friend, and as a defiant tattoo.
Mary Rose has died, as the Tudor ship sank.
"Gina showed up at the funeral with electric purple highlights in her chocolate brown hair, feeling so washed out, so little herself, that she knew she had to go overboard or simply go under.
And as a result she arrived at her own surprise birthday party with her hair still shockingly purple, and the fragrant leftovers of a crawfish and indecently spicy Andouille sausage jambalaya in a huge paella pan, so her easily offended in-laws, there with a macaroni salad, in good faith, and a bucket of fried chicken, were even more taken aback than Gina was."image: Geoff Hunt, The Mary Rose under Sail
