Next be me zombie rocket, t' Lunar Eclipse Jr. Arrr! I’d seriously considered flyin' it on an E9-6, me hearties, t' same motor that damaged it with a cato last summer, but I chickened out and loaded up a CTI E22 Smoky Sam. It curved back over t' flight line and toward Turner Road. I thought it might have landed in Turner Road, so I hurried out without first gettin' landmarks for t' line it was on. Avast, me proud beauty! It wasn’t in t' road, me bucko, but despite t' fluorescent orange 18″ Top Flight chute, ya bilge rat, I didn’t see it off t' road either, for a while. Finally I spotted t' chute, well off t' road on t' other side in t' field. Ya scallywag! T' rocket be fine but t' 24 mm casin' had been kicked. Stupid. I’d been a little worried about retention, it just bein' a hook, but I’d talked myself into believin' it was sufficient.

Well, arrr, anyway, me bucko, it flew. Didn’t hang on t' rod, didn’t explode, me bucko, didn’t get lost or run over or hung in a tree. Begad! It may still be cursed, arrr, but it’s kind o' a lame curse.