Nobody was surprised when Fargo, dashing pirate that he was, came swinging into the arena on a rope while brandishing his sword like a true swashbuckler. He was a bit of a showman, and had every right to be proud of his skills and ability to entertain an audience, after all.
What people were surprised about was Rinoa jumping down from the cieling dressed head to toe in black, and throwing...frozen shamrocks? Yeah, throwing frozen shamrocks at the pirate captain.
Fargo, a bit too experienced to actually be caught off guard despite the insanity of the attack, quickly called in some cannon fire from his ship and used the explosions to sneak around behind the would be ninja and rap her rather sharply on the head with the pommel of his sword.
As Rinoa fell into a heap, Fargo turned his attention to a very embarrased looking Squall, who was walking out with one hand planted on his forehead, "Can I ask you one thing, boy?"
"Why?"
"Yes. Why?"
Squall sighed, "Well she thought she'd do some research on the internet on how to beat pirates and..."
Fargo held up one hand, "Stop right there. I don't want to know anymore. Get this girl some help."
Nodding, Squall scooped up his girlfreind and turned to go, "Uh, thanks for not embarrasing her any more then she did to herself at least. I owe you a drink for making this whole thing quick."
Making his own way out, Fargo was still a little dumbstruck, "I think that's the first time a man's ever thanked me for cracking his miss upside the head...though I'd almost be willing to bet it's not the first time he's thanked a man for doing that..."
