Disclaimer:  Third verse, same as the first.  Hmmm…  I wonder if one can get equity on one's insanity, like one can get on their house…  Must ponder this.  May, 2004.

Author's notes:  Same challenge, another drabble, logic-free!  This is what happens when a TV MCO spends the night freezing in the meat locker that is her workspace, and she's been listening to Arcadia for the first time in a long while.  And is severely under caffeinated.  At this writing, I don't claim to have a brain at all.  Another overweight drabble...  I really need to send my muses to boot camp.  Crossover between POTC and Superman (think Dean Cain) here. :)

FASHION SENSE

BY

KAHVA

            "So...  You can fly."

            "Yes."

            "In the air?"

            "Isn't that where most creatures fly who can fly, Captain Sparrow?"

            "A very valid point, Mister...?"

            "Superman.  Just Superman."

            "Ah yes, I suppose you think you are a 'super man', what with the flying thing and all."

            "Look Captain, I do apologize for flying through your ship and nearly sinking it, but I really did not intend to go this far back in time when I was trying to stop Tempus – never mind.  Anyway, I think you'll find the repairs I did will last you quite a while, and that the careening I did will save your crew a lot of work."

            "Yes lad, I've been meaning to ask you how you fixed two holes big enough to row a longboat through in the hull of my ship, and careen the Pearl afterwards in less than a couple of minutes."

            "I'm Superman."

            "Ah yes, the whole being confident in yourself thing.  Well, I suppose you have to be, after all."

            "What do you mean by that?"

            "Well mate...  This whole blue and red... thing you're wearing.  I've seen wenches in Tortuga wearing more clothing than you are.  Who made that bloody thing for you, it's even more ridiculous than Will Turner's hat."

            "My mother made this for me, Captain."

            "Well son...  Your mother certainly dresses you funny."

            "This coming from a man who wears nearly as much eye makeup as Nick Rhodes of Duran Duran!"

            "Who?"

            "Never mind...  I knew I should have made that left turn in Albuquerque and stopped in 1985.  Goodbye, Captain.  I hope I never see you again."

            "Cap'n?  Who was that nearly naked man?"

            "Someone whose mother must surely be an evil woman to dress her son like that, Mr. Gibbs.  Now, would you kindly cut me down from this blasted yardarm he tied me to before he left?  And somebody tell me who the bloody hell Nick Rhodes is, and where the port of Duran Duran can be found!  I need more kohl for me eyes, and it sounds like he's the bloke to buy it from."