Author's Note: Hi, everyone! This is the sequel to Changing History, so if you haven't read it, I'd advise you read that first. (Although, it will still pretty much make sense if you don't. But I recommend that you do.) So, enjoy, and please review. The more reviews I get, the faster I update, savvy?

Disclaimer: I don't own POTC, I don't own the celebrity in Aymee's magazine, I don't own Aymee's nail polish or her clothes, or... but I own Aymee. So does that mean I own her clothes and nail polish and magazine too? Meh. I'm confused.

Changing The Future

(The Sequel to "Changing History")

Chapter 1: Visitors from the Past

Rita's Point of View (POV)

I sat on my bed on Thursday afternoon, talking with my best friends Melissa Roberts, Leslie Johnson and Aymee Ryan. I used to be arch-enemies with Aymee, but after going on a certain adventure with her, Leslie and Melissa, it was difficult for us not to be friends afterwards.

"I can't believe she wore that," Aymee said, pointing a nail-polished finger at a random celebrity in a magazine.

"I think it looks good," Melissa said.

"You think everything looks good, Liss," Leslie replied with a laugh.

Melissa gave Leslie a playful shove, and Melissa must be stronger than she thinks because Leslie fell off the edge of the bed and knocked into that freaky green machine my grandfather left me in his will. We still didn't know what it was actually supposed to do but we had an idea of what it could do. So we never touched it. Until now, that is. I remembered how I accidentally took something back to 2007 with me after being transported into the 1700's by that machine. Oddly enough, it had disappeared about an hour later. Maybe things that don't belong in this world just don't last long here. Anyway, back to the present.

"Oops," Leslie stood up and watched. The machine started making a crackling sound that it had only ever made once before...

But instead of everything turning black like last time, instead someone appeared from thin air and fell face first onto the carpet. Aymee shrieked. Melissa shrieked. Leslie shrieked.

But before I had time to shriek too, someone else fell onto the carpet. And then someone else landed on top of her.

Aymee's POV

Slap!

The young woman slapped the person who had just literally fallen on top of her and pushed him away.

"Are you all right?" Melissa asked, jumping up to help the three people. But when she saw who they were, she froze in mid-step.

"Nononononononononononononono..." Leslie chanted the same word over and over.

I shook my head. "It's not possible," I said firmly.

"Not probable," corrected one of the figures, rubbing his cheek as he stood up.

It was the people we had met not that long ago, when we were transported back to the 1700's in the scene of a movie by Rita's grandfather's invention. The three main characters from Pirates of the Caribbean.

Melissa's POV

It took us a few moments to register what was going on. Finally, with a dry throat, I asked, "What happened?"

"The machine," Leslie said. "I must have activated the machine by accident."

The three figures looked at us blankly for a few seconds, and then their eyes widened. "You're… you're that fortune-teller!" exclaimed one of them, pointing at Rita. "And you're the witch!" he added pointing at Aymee.

"And us?" I asked wondering what they thought Leslie and I were.

"You're those children who suggested hiding in the cupboard!" said the young woman in sudden realisation.

Oh, that's nice, that's really nice. We, like, saved their lives on multiple occasions and they remember us as the fortune-teller, the witch and the cupboard girls? Wonderful.

Rita finally came to her senses and got her chance to shriek. "Ack! I can't have two guys in my bedroom! Get out! Get out! NOW!" She waved her hands around frantically.

Leslie's POV

They all stared at Rita in confusion. Rita was still waving her hands in the air like she was trying to get rid of a really annoying fly.

"Calm down, please," Melissa said, putting a hand on Rita's shoulder.

Rita glared at her. "I will not calm down! GET OUT NOW!"

"Shut up!" I hissed. "If your mum hears we're all busted."

Rita stopped and looked apologetic. "Sorry."

"If you're finished yelling," said Jack, "could you kindly tell us where we are?"

Rita's POV

"Erm..." How do I say this? I wondered. "You're in my room." I began as a start. "In the year 2007." They all stared at me, decided I was joking and laughed. My cheeks coloured. "I'm not lying! I'm serious! I'M TELLING THE TRUTH!" They realised I was, in fact, not lying and looked at each other in worry. After a few moments, while Will and Elizabeth were still digesting what I'd said, Jack seemed to see this as a great opportunity. He started walking around and examining various objects in the room including my Nintendo DS and my bra (HOW THE HELL DID THAT GET THERE?!?! Lalala I don't exist... Note to self: remember to put away all pieces of underwear in future). Finally he picked up my mobile phone and inspected it curiously. It was only when he discovered he was supposed to flip it open that I remembered what wallpaper I had.

"Don't touch that!" I yelped and jumped halfway across the room.

He ignored me and studied the phone again. He looked at the screen with obvious surprise. "Why does it have my face on it?"

I turned the colour of a beetroot. "Erm, uh... I, um... I meant to change that wallpaper..." I stammered and Leslie laughed.

"What is it?" asked Will, looking at the mobile phone over Jack's shoulder. Aymee saw this as her chance to show off her knowledge. "It's a mobile phone, also known as a cell phone. If someone else has one, you can talk to them through it even if they're far away. Everyone has a special number, and what you do is you press the buttons with the numbers on them so you can talk to a specific person."

Aymee shouldn't have said that last part because Jack started randomly pressing the buttons on the phone.

"Ack! Don't do that!" I said and snatched the phone off him.

"HELLO, HARRY'S CHINESE TAKEAWAY, WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO ORDER?" boomed a voice out of the phone. Oh, God, he must have enabled speakerphone.

"Ack, you dialled the Chinese place, you moron!" I yelled at Jack.

"OK, ONE WONTON!" boomed the voice. "ANYTHING ELSE?"

"No!" I yelled at the phone and then yelled at Jack again: "You broke it, almost!"

"OK AND ONE PRAWN TOAST!" the voice said. "WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO DELIVER TO?"

I furiously pressed the 'End' button and barked, "Never do that EVER AGAIN!"

Aymee's POV

"So... now what?" Melissa asked. "How do they get back?"

"I have no idea," I said. I walked over and gave the machine a good kick. Nothing happened. "It must be broken or something."

"Maybe," Leslie said, "We have to do something different. Like, when we were transported into the 1700's, we were automatically transported back at the end."

"But, this has no end!" I pointed out.

"Well," Rita said, "Either way, I am not having you three people walking around outside wearing that. You are staying here. Leslie, Melissa, Aymee and I are going to the mall to buy some clothes."

Author's Note: Like it? I hope so. Please review, it makes me smile throughout the day!