The Ghost of Peggy’s Cove — The Lighthouse Keeper

I have seen the waves crash and the fog roll in for centuries, but never have I seen a fire like this. As Alphonso Davies sprinted down the wing, the mist parted, and my lantern cast a guiding light upon the pitch. They call us the underdogs, but the spirit of the North is ancient and unyielding. In the freezing cold of Edmonton and the damp air of Toronto, we have risen from the shadows of history to claim our place among the giants.