From the personal log of Grayson Hunt, space pirate and connoisseur of booze:

Most folks, they think my job's all about shootin' things. Other people, mostly. And it's true. But just shooting scumbags all day would be two words: bor-ing. Today? Anything but. Truth is, it was pretty crazy ... from what I can remember before blacking out. Heh.

It all started onboard my ship. Some creep thought he'd try to collect the bounty on my head (and the rest of my crew), so we tied him to a chair and I practiced aiming by shooting at a bottle on his head. I'd just downed the contents of said bottle, so it was a little tricky. Didn't kill him, though; let the airlock do that.