Under the cerulean sweep of July’s sky, Christine carved her way through cool Atlantic waters, a moving shape in a patchwork of light and shadow just off the Newfoundland coast.

Christine, an easy-going soul, seems to favour the waters near Cape Spear. On July 17th, 2023, she was spotted twice in one day, cruising near the continent’s eastern edge. Perhaps it was the sea capelin calling her, or maybe just the play of salt air on a summer breeze that drew her close. Cape Spear’s cliffs watched her pass, while shorebirds circled and the lighthouse blinked in the softness of Newfoundland summer.

A year later, Christine made her way between Great and Green Island, slipping through the narrow waters like an old friend weaving between familiar faces. It’s a fine spot to catch a meal or perhaps dodge a passing squall. The sea here is lively—full of currents and little mysteries, just as Christine herself seems to be.

By July 4th, 2025, she was near St. John’s, the heartbeat of Newfoundland’s harbours. The city’s murmur surely drifted out over the water, mixing with laughter and seagull cries as Christine breached nearby. She’s a traveller with a fondness for the eastern bays, never straying far, but each appearance feels like a new note in a growing sea shanty.