Erf... sorry it took so long to post. But this is last Chapter of Jack's Drinking Problem!! I've started "The Kidnapping of Mr. Sparrow, pt. 2" but it's not finished in comic form yet. But I found one of my drawing books and guess what?! There's another PotC comic there too! W00T! So another (short) story thing is coming up!

Disclaimer: And don't forget! Even though I may not own anything of Pirates of the Caribbean (except for a poster and a dozen pictures printed off the internet) all of the other characters are mine! You hear me? MINE!!! (Ahab is kewl, I think he's my fav of my OC thnigies. :P )

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5 days later...

Elizabeth walked into Jack's room carrying a tray adorned with beautiful china. A small, steaming teapot and a cup on a saucer.

"Jack!" She called cheerfully, "I have your tea!" She opened the door and walked in. Quickly she dropped the tray and shrieked at what she saw. "AAIIIEEEEE!!!! WILL! Come quick! I think something's wrong with Jack!"

Will came running and he grabbed her shoulders causing her to look him in the eyes. "What is it my love?" he panted, fearing that something had happened to her.

"I think there's something wrong with Jack." She repeated worriedly.

"Why do you think that?" He was a little less alarmed now.

"Because he's curled up in a fetal position on the floor, crying and sucking his thumb! He's trembling too!"

Will turned and looked down at Jack. "Oh, that?" He was perfectly calm now. "He says he's going through rum withdrawal."

Jack was curled up on the floor in said position. He hugged his knees to his chest and was rocking back and forth sweating with silent desperate tears running down the side of his face. He was sucking his thumb just like a nervous child would. He held a blank stare as he sat there in the corner of the dark room. "Mommy...." He whimpered pathetically.

"The doctor said just to ignore him," Will explained.

"Are you sure?" Elizabeth persisted.

"Yes, let's go." And the two walked out.

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The next day...

The doctor walked briskly down the center of the room, heading to a room in the back. Her students followed her uneasily. "Today, gentlemen, is a very important day..." She stopped in the middle of the room next to a table with cloth covering something on it and turned around to face them. "Today is important because if you men pass this test, you will be almost certain to be alcohol free by the end of my class sessions." A few of the men grinned. "Even YOU Mr. Sparrow." She added.

"Even you Mr. Sparrow," He mimicked her under his breath in a sour tone, and wrinkled his nose in disgust a he did so. "And it's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." He corrected quietly. He shoved his hands in his pockets and glared at the ground.

She pulled the cloth off and a few men gasped at what they beheld. An entire pitcher of rum sat lonely on the small end table. "Each of you will have to walk past this pitcher of rum, without even looking at it, and certainly not thinking about drinking it, and you will be on your way to a better life. Mr. Johnson. You're first." She gestured towards him. Ahab gave a start and then nervously walked over.

Keeping his chin up high, he thought, /I can do this! I know I can! Just don't look at it!/ he was sweating in an uneasy tolerance as a quickly strode past it.

"There now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" The doctor asked him.

"Heheh, no. I guess it wasn't. I'm feeling better already."

"Excellent job Mr. Johnson. I'm assured that you will pass this class with flying colors." She praised him. "Rupert Vandyke? You're next."

The black curly haired, sharply dressed man with the goatee walked by. /Cake!/ he thought.

"Very good, Mr. Vandyke. Stephen Penucci?"

A younger man with long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail came up. /Simple!/ he thought as he passed it.

"Wonderful! And Mr... uhm..." She squinted at her clipboard hoping she read it wrong, but she didn't. "Uh... Mr... Sparrow, I suppose..."

Jack was gaping at the men who had walked but. Bringing his vision to them, then the rum, then back at them again. /How the hell did they just walk past a pitcher of free rum?! Are they mad?!/ He thought unbelievably.

The doctor turned to Jack to give him a special little, one-on-one speech. "Alright Mr. Sparrow. You have to pass this test. You walk by and you don't look at it. Don't even think about it. Do you understand? Mr. Sparrow?"

"Psh...yeah, I guess." He said dismissivly. He stood up and without looking was about ready to walk past it before she stopped him.

"Mr. Sparrow. You're thinking about it right now, aren't you?"

"Of course not!" He hissed at her defensively. But inside his head was screaming, /Rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum.../

He started to walk by it, but also kept his head up. He looked down at it out of the corner of his eye and whimpered, "Don't think about it... but it's so tempting, I want it!" He was having and inner struggle with himself. The doctor watched patiently, occasionally scribbling a few notes down in her clipboard.

"Aw, Who am I kidding?!" He finally decided and spun around, his arms outstretched. "Come to Poppa!" He grabbed the pitcher and started guzzling it down.

"What are you doing?! MR. SPARROW!!!" the doctor screeched, "What in HELL do you think you're doing?!" Ahab watched, his own Armageddon was raging inside him. He was biting his nails feverantly. Watching the sweet nectar dripping down Jack's face, neck and chin as he drank it frantically. He sweated in anticipation.

He couldn't take it anymore and he sprinted up to Jack, his hands were extended and shaking. "Aug! That's it! Come and give us a drink, Captain Sparrow!" he stuttered.

"Mr. Johnson?! What are you doing?!" The doctor was completely lost for words as her star pupil started to drink up with Jack.

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That night at about 8.00 or so...

Will walked up to the heavy oak door of the classroom and slowly pushed it open. The room was completely deserted save for the teacher who had her back turned to him and stood in the corner.

"Hello Doctor! I'm here to pick up Jack!" He greeted cheerfully. "And um... doctor? Doctor are you ok?"

She whipped around and yelled furiously, "GET OUT OF MY CLASS!!"

Will ran out as fast as he could, then slowed to a walk and thought out loud. "Hm, now if Jack's not there, where could that stupid drunk have gone?" He stopped abruptly in his tracks as his mind worked. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Duh!" He said.

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Will burst in through the doors of the 'Boar's Breath Pub' and stormed over to the table that he knew Jack would be sitting at. "Jack! I thought you said you'd go to those APA meetings!" Ahab was with him and they were both drunk. Their faces were flushed and they were laughing at everything. Will put his hands on the table and stared down angrily at him.

"Aye boyo," Jack agreed. "I did say that I'd go to those classes but I never said I'd quit, now did I?" He slurred.

Will stared at the two awkwardly as they laughed and drank together. /So I guess what they say is true then. 'You can bring a horse to water but you can't make him drink.'/ He thought, his moods dampened somewhat. He then watched as they clinked glasses together in cheers, slopping it all over then lifted it to their mouths and drank whole-heartedly, the rest of it ran down their faces. Will had second thoughts. /Or, maybe... you CAN..../

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Ta-DA!!!!! And that's the end of "Jack's Drinking Problem"!!! 2 more stories are still coming!! YAY!!! ^_^ OH! And also please review. It makes me very happy! Thank you, you all! You're beautiful!