Hello! I don't think I've seen enough Eric/Ryan in AUs! So here's my own little AU for them! It starts out more on Ryan but it'll eventually come to Eric/Ryan! I hope you enjoy this!

Fair warning: Some parts of this fic may be considered offensive to some as it contains non-consensual sex and violence and swearing. So if you don't like any of this, don't read the first chapter or so.

Ryan inhaled deeply. How he loved waking up to the smell of fresh, salty sea air. The sun caressed his cheeks as the wind blew his shaggy hair into disarray. Which his parents would have a lot to say about once he was home. His face fell when he thought of his blacksmith father and tailor mother. They both disapproved of his love for the sea, they both thought it would be best if he stayed on firm ground. He personally wanted to be sailor or an adventurer. His parents wanted him to continue the Wolfe Blacksmiths line.

He shrugged it off for the time being, opening his eyes to gaze upon the expanse of blue ahead of him. He was following his Uncle Ronald's sails to other country for trade, now that he was on his term break. They were heading back to their home to restock before heading off again. Ryan couldn't thank his Uncle more for persuading his parents to allow him to follow him. He gazed over the large expanse of blue seas and smiled to himself. Maybe Uncle Ron could help him convince his parents to let Ryan do what he wanted. He loved the sea, he really did. There was just so much for him to see and learn and discover about it and he could do anything he wanted. The sea was freedom. To do anything he wanted, that was what the sea represented. To be able to sail and go wherever he wanted and do whatever he wanted was a stark contrast to Ryan's life on land and that was basically why he loved it so much.

He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and turned to look at the owner of said hand.

"Good morning Uncle Ron!"

His uncle's weather beaten face broke into a smile and returned the greeting.

"Morning Ry. Join me for breakfast?"

Ryan nodded and both Wolfes headed into the captain's cabin for the meal. They chatted and joked through the meal and they were both thoroughly enjoying themselves when a sailor burst into the cabin.

"Sir, there's a ship behind us. We believe they're pirates sir." The man panted out between panicked breaths.

Ryan and Uncle Ron both stood up immediately. The man had every right to panic. Their vessel was not made for battle. There were weapons on board, yes, but not enough to combat pirates all out. Also, not all the men were trained fighters. Most of them were simple sailors or traders.

Ryan's heart was pounding. He knew that if he took to the seas, he would probably have to face pirates sooner or later. But he would have never thought it would be this soon. He could fight. He was trained in sword fighting and hand-to-hand combat by one of his teachers who was also a friend, Frank Tripp. But he was probably one of the few on the ship who was. Worse, he was only 15 going 16, so he hadn't really filled out and was a lot of awkward height and limbs.

Ronald's heart was pounding. Not for the anything else but for the safety of his nephew. Ryan was more like a son than a nephew to him and he couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to Ryan on his first true voyage out to sea. No, he couldn't let anything happen to Ryan. Why of all times to be attacked by pirates, they had to be attacked with Ryan on board. Just as he was about to tell Ryan to get to the dinghy, another member of the crew came in, equally as terrified.

"Sir the pirates are catching up fast. They'll be on us in a matter of minutes!"

Upon hearing that both uncle and nephew rushed out of the cabin and peered over the deck to look behind them. The pirate ship was big. Bigger than Ryan or Ron had ever thought a pirate ship would be. It's black sails were raised and both could faintly make out the large group of pirates aboard the ship.

Turning to Ryan, Ron gripped to boy's broad shoulders and turned him to face himself.

"Ryan, I want you to go get the dinghy ready. I need you to get away from here as fast as you can. Please Ryan don't argue with me."

"But you're coming with me right? And the crew? We can't fit all of us in that one dinghy!"

"Ryan just go and get away from here! Please!"

"No! I can't leave you! Please Uncle Ron!"

There was a sudden boom and their ship rocked violently, throwing both Wolfes to the deck. There were more blasts and yells of panic started to ring out as sailors and traders rushed to get aboard the dinghy.

Ryan got up and immediately peered over the rails again to see how close the pirates were. And they were close. Much too close. The ship was starting to draw up next to them.

Ryan bent down and helped his uncle up and they both ran over to the side where men were clamoring to get onto the dinghy. Most of them started jumping over, into the water.

Again, Ronald turned his nephew to look at him.

"Ryan, go. Please. I can't have anything happen to you. Boy, you're like my son. I'd go to Davey Jones' locker myself before I see you hurt under my watch."

"I can't leave you Uncle Ron!"

Ronald was just about to throw his stubborn nephew over the rail when the sounds of pirate roars and call and gunfire rang out in the air and Ronald dropped to his knees from the pain in his back. He faintly heard Ryan scream out his name. The world was spinning and then there was blackness.

"Uncle Ron!" Ryan stared at the lifeless body slumped in his arms. He desperately tried to shake his uncle awake, calling out his name. Blood just stained his hands as he tried to staunch the flow.

For a few more seconds, Ryan was numb. The one Wolfe he had truly loved was gone. Then there was a raging fire, burning through him.

He laid his uncle's body on the ground and picked up a harpoon that was lying on the deck.

Ryan stood up just as a pirate came upon him and raised his harpoon in defense as the sword was brought down on him. The clink of metal sounded distant to Ryan. All he could hear was the blood pounding in his ears and his uncle's pained, last breath.

The pirate drew break and geared himself for another strike, but Ryan was much faster. A swift parry and the pirates sword was knocked away. He hadn't expected such a small youth to be so well versed. His thoughts stopped there, when the harpoon was driven straight into his chest.

Ryan lifted his foot and pushed to pirate off the end of his harpoon. he turned, again just in time to fend off another pirate. The pirate was a strong fighter and a skilled sword fighter and soon he had Ryan pressed against the railing, harpoon in front of himself, trying to push back.

Ryan gasped for breath as his entire body trembled from the exertion of both trying to push the pirate off of himself and trying to push away from the rail which was digging painfully into his back.

"Such a pre'y boy. We been sailin' for weeks an' I'm sure the captain will be happy to see you.." the pirate growled through a maniacal grin, his fetid breath choking Ryan.

Ryan roared and kicked the man in his balls, causing him to pull back and double over in pain. Not hesitating for one second Ryan plunged his harpoon into the man's back before withdrawing and swinging the harpoon down on his head with a satisfying crack.

Panting heavily, Ryan took a quick look around and felt his heart start to pound when he saw his fellow ship mates dropping like flies under the pirate's hands. Unfortunately he took to long. The next thing he knew, a hand was around his throat and he was being lifted into the air.

Ryan kicked and pried at the hand, having dropped the harpoon. His eyes came to rest on the person who was choking him. Most of the pirates were gathered around him, so he was probably the captain.

"Well lookie here boys. We're in luck today. What's a pretty thing like you doing on a ship like this? I would've guessed slut, but you're much too clean and fresh to be one. But tha's all good for us. We like having to break young virgins like you."

Ryan started to panic. Black dots were starting to appear and he could feel himself getting dizzier and dizzier. But the prospect of what they would do to him scared him the most. Gathering what was left of his energy, Ryan spit at the captain. God let them just kill him He would prefer to die, rather than being a fucktoy for the pirates.

The captain just laughed.

"Don't even think about dying boy. I'm not gonna let you go to waste!" The crew burst out in laughter and Ryan, too dizzy to really comprehend anything anymore felt himself being slung over the captain's shoulder before passing out.

I hope you all liked that! If I get at least 5 reviews then I'll continue! Loves!