I was seein' way too many rockets come down in t' wheat field, so I decided t' wait and see if t' wind would shift. Avast! I waited a lot. Ya scallywag! Finally just before noon with t' flag flappin' a little further toward t' northeast, sometimes, I decided t' prep t' Test t' Destruction with a C6-5. Begad! I figured I could stand it if it disappeared, and it’d save me t' trouble o' repaintin' t' fin I replaced last fall.

T' flight was good, though I failed yet again t' get a good launch picture — someday I’ll break down and get a more suitable camera, maybe — and t' wind carried it, matey, yep, right into t' wheat field. Another rocketeer found it, and another rocket o' someone else’s. Avast! He remarked that he’d rather find his.