That appearance was brief—just enough for a lucky few to whisper rumours about the whale with a name like thunder. Since then, Cannon’s been a mystery, disappearing into the blue beyond, perhaps chasing herring shadows or dancing with the currents of Iceberg Alley. Some think he might patrol deep waters far from shore; others say he’s a seasonal visitor, content to keep his secrets tucked away between long journeys along the coast.

Cannon’s Twillingate sighting is just a sliver of his grand story. The rest is all possibilities—how many sunrises he’s seen from under stormy skies, or how often he’s skirted islands shrouded in fog. There’s a certain joy in the not-knowing; it keeps us watching, hoping for that flash of a tail just off the point.

Have you seen Cannon? If you spot him—snapping photos or sharing notes—send your sighting in. Citizen scientists like you fill in the blanks and help us understand where whales roam, especially those fellows who know how to keep a secret!