We were crossing back to Florida from the Bahamas on our final trip of the 2025 Field Season and it started with a flash of white on the horizon—far off, just barely visible from the bridge. I squinted into the distance, wondering if it was splashing. Maybe a jumping fish? A dolphin? Something was definitely out there. I grabbed the binoculars and focused in. That’s when I saw it clearly: the tall, bushy white blow of a whale taking a breath. “A whale!” I said, and the captain smiled....
