Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or plotlines of "Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl." If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here writing fanfiction; I'd be off making money. Which I am not doing with this work. I do, however, lay claim to the characters of Genesis Wolfe and Rosalyn O'Brien, and would be pleased as punch if you did not use them without my permission. Thank you, darlings.

Author's Note:Some of you may recognize this story. I'm not surprised. Why? Because it has been posted before. This, however, shall be the final text-based version of "Really Bad Eggs." I do plan on putting a more advanced, interactive version on my website, however. This is merely the barebones story, snas illustrations and extras. I want to thank everyone who reviewed the first version of this story; because of you, I was inspired to finish the story, and on top of that, edit it to perfection and add to it even after thinking it was completely finished. And now, without further ado, I give you Destinations: Really Bad Eggs.

Chapter One: In Which Genesis Steals From a Geeky Kid

"Damn it."

Rosalyn frowned as a drip of watery red ran into the blueness of the painting she was working on. She reached for a clean brush and tried her best to rid her stormy ocean of its new red accent. She ended up with a purple smear, and her frown deepened.

"Stupid watercolors," she muttered. "You're the devil."

"Quit talking about me when you think I'm not here."

Roz turned to see her roommate Genesis walking through the garish orange door of their small apartment, brushing snow out of her long brown hair and carrying a small, plastic grocery sack.

"How was the science fair?" Roz asked, glancing back at her now-ruined painting and setting her brushes down in defeat.

"Cadence got a blue ribbon," Gen replied, recalling her little sister's somewhat cliché potato-battery experiment. She began pulling her gloves off with her teeth, while Rosalyn stared at her for a moment.

"What's in the bag?"

Gen looked up, confused. "Huh?"

"The bag," Rosalyn repeated, green eyes trained on the bag swinging at Gen's thigh. "What's in it?"

"Oh!" Gen exclaimed, feigning surprise and pretending to notice the bag for the first time. Roz rolled her eyes.

"This?" Gen continued, holding the bag up high enough for China to see. "Oh, funny you should ask, monamie." With great flair and flourish, she reached into the bag and pulled out what looked like a hybrid of a TI-83 calculator and a remote control, with some sort of light bulb fixed at the top.

A short silence permeated the room, Gen holding the contraption as if it were the Holy Grail and Rosalyn staring at it incredulously. Roz felt it necessary to break the silence.

"What the hell is it?"

"Well," Gen said hesitantly, lowering it with a blank look on her face. "It's not anything, really. Supposedly a time machine prototype or something." She handed it off for Roz to inspect.

"Why the hell would you waste good money on this?" Roz asked, frowning and pulling out her hair clip, allowing her red hair to swing into her face a little before tucking the jaw-length strands behind her ears. Gen raised an eyebrow and proceeded into the living room.

"Who said anything about money?" came her off-handed response.

Roz stared at her friend's retreating back, not following her out of their kitchen/art studio. "You stole it?"

"You could say that," was the disembodied reply.

"Why?"

"Because it looks cool," Gen replied. She returned to the kitchen, having shed her bulky winter coat and sweatshirt, and sat down at the small dining table/oversize paint palette, smoothing down her pink tank top.

Roz shook her head and sighed. "Oh, well, yes, that's a perfectly legitimate reason for grand theft thing-that-doesn't-work," she muttered. She paused, eyes swinging to her friend. "Please tell me you didn't steal this from the science fair."

Gen grinned and leaned over, plucking the machine out of Rosalyn's hand. "I didn't steal this from the science fair."

"Liar."

Gen shrugged and reached for her purse. Her arm knocked Rosalyn's treacherously balanced paint palette, and in her attempt to catch it, she dropped the time machine onto the floor. There was a smash and a sudden, unfamiliar whirring noise as the machine suddenly activated, shining a strange, milky light from the top. Gen picked it up tentatively.

"What's it doing?" Roz asked, backing up slightly.

"Holy mother," Genesis breathed. "I think it's working." As she pointed the machine towards the wall, a foggy circle appeared on the white paint where the machine's light hit.

After a moment, Gen's face lit up. "Let's try it!"

"Are you mental?" Roz said, gaping at her friend. "How do you know that's even what's supposed to happen?"

"Well," Gen said slowly. "If you enter a date, place, or event, it's supposed to take you there. Somehow."

"Yeah, somehow," Roz said, scowling. She took off her spattered smock to reveal a black halter top and blue jeans. "I'm glad you got the details and all."

"I'm sorry!" Gen snapped, throwing a hand in the air dismissively. "Seeing as the inventor was some little kid who wasn't even at his station, I couldn't find out all of the fine print."

Another silence.

"You stole it from a kid?"

Gen bit her lip. "…Yes."

"You're going to Hell, you know."

"La de da, heard that before. I'm Catholic, remember? Guilt trips are my specialty. You've met my mother."

"Some short kid with a pocket protector is crying right now because of you."

"Hey," Gen said with a smile. "I was that kid once." She glanced around the small kitchen. "Where should we go?"

Rosalyn sighed and once again rolled her eyes, which happened to land on a pile of DVDs lying on the counter that had recently been returned by a neighbor. She picked up the top one, the kohl-rimmed eyes of a particularly unique-looking Johnny Depp staring back at her. She held the case up for Gen to see rather unenthusiastically. "How's about this?"

"Perfect," Gen replied, snatching up the case. She thought for a minute, and then typed something into the miniature keyboard on the time machine. She aimed it back at the wall, setting it on the table. Soon, the foggy circle of light began to clear and brighten, showing a beautiful Caribbean landscape, complete with a bustling Port Royal. Rosalyn hesitantly reached her hand toward it, reeling back when her hand went through the wall and felt tropical warmth on the other side.

"Well?" she asked, rubbing her hand in shock. "It apparently is genuine."

"Then go!" Genesis said, pushing Roz into the circle. Rosalyn's black and hot pink sneakers were the last things she saw before leaping through as well.