There was a hush after that—four years with no sign of her, as if Mallory had vanished beneath the endless blue, leaving watchers and wanderers alike wondering where her tail might next break the sea. But wonder, it seems, is part of the Atlantic’s charm.

Come June of 2026, Mallory made her mark on Gull Island, just south of Bonavista, as if drawn by the siren call of rugged cliffs and kittiwakes nosediving for fish. Not content with just a brief hello, she pressed on to Trinity, where, amidst salt spray and linen clouds on July 6th, she was seen traveling with a calf by her side—her newest legacy bobbing in the shadow of her great tail. The next day, she circled back to Gull Island, looping her story and her route with easy grace.

Each sighting, each leap or gentle spout, lays down another thread in Mallory’s tale across these lively Newfoundland and Labrador waters.

Have you seen Mallory? If you’ve spotted her or her calf gliding along the coast, don’t keep the secret—your photos and sightings could stretch her story even further, filling in the blank spaces that keep scientists guessing about the hidden journeys of the great North Atlantic travellers.