You can't drown in the Great Salt Lake-it's too saline to sink into. But you can make a big, funny splash. Two twentysomethings, Kirk (Kirby Heyborne)-Cap'n Kirk to you-and his pal, first mate Flint (Trenton James), are outcasts in their unbearable 'burb. Together, they dream of the life piratical, of picnic plunder, brine flies, and wooden swordplay. They don the gay garb of the buccaneer-the eye patch, the earrings and eyeliner, the thick belt and buckle with the skull-and-crossbones beer opener-and head out in search of lost treasure. A “laugh-out-loud funny comedy-action hybrid of Cervantes' Don Quixote and Johnny Depp's Pirates of the Caribbean,” as it was billed at this year's Indiefest, E. R. Nelson's directorial launch is, indeed, an uproarious quest for a sinking innocence. As the two picaresque pirates set sail upon the Great Salt Lake, their leaky boat listing badly, we know that we're headed for a jolly time, roger.