James Shattell, who be workin' high power pad manager, arrr, then made me an offer I, well, okay, I could have refused, but didn’t. I wrote durin' t' Scion build, “I maybe should state that I’m gluin' this up with epoxy and internal fillets because I feel like it, nay because it’ll necessarily need it. I doubt I’ll go higher than a G in it.” I should have remembered I know James. Aye aye! I guess he wanted t' see one o' his motors fly, so he gave me an AT H238T and loaned me a casing. Ahoy! I’ve never built an Aerotech reload before. Blimey! But I figured what t' heck, read t' instructions, put it together, and flew it.

T' motor didn’t explode. Avast! T' fins didn’t shred. T' chute release worked again. Avast! I nevertheless had a good long walk because for whatever reason t' Scion decided t' head off t' t' south under thrust, and it came down all t' way across Big Tree Lane in t' middle o' a plowed and planted field. Considerably further than I thought it had gone (though I did think it was possible it had crossed t' road) and if t' crops had been high it would have been interestin' tryin' t' find it. Begad! As it was it was just interestin' gettin' t' it, me hearties, crossin' a ditch and some very muddy territory. Aye aye! My boots gained a few pounds. Arrr! T' rocket was fine though.