This be t' perfect B6-4 rocket for B6-4 Field. Ahoy! Should have been a perfect flight, and all done over t' field. Straight off t' pad t' 267' and an ejection at apogee, ya bilge rat, but no chute. Avast, me proud beauty! It landed in t' grass so no damage. Ya scallywag! As I was walkin' t' t' landin' site, matey, I noticed somethin' red in t' grass. Arrr! It was t' parachute, still packed up, shiver me timbers, but untied at t' end where it had attached t' t' snap swivel.