Long ago, when the sea ruled more than the land, the shores of Duncannon were haunted — not by ghosts, but by a man: Cormac “Red” Flynne, the pirate captain of the swift and shadowy ship, The Danny. Red Flynne was no ordinary pirate. With flame-colored hair and eyes like storm clouds, he preyed only on the rich, and left coins in the pockets of hungry children. Sailors feared his flag, but the people of Duncannon whispered thanks when he passed unseen through the fog.

Then, one fateful night, The Danny vanished. No battle, no storm, no word. The sea gave no answers. For generations, the story became legend. Some said Red Flynne found an island of gold and never returned. Others claimed he angered the sea gods and was swallowed whole. But everything changed one morning in the autumn of 1893. After a night of thunder and strange tides, villagers found a wreck washed up on the sand beneath Duncannon Fort. It was The Danny — older, battered, but unmistakable. Her mast leaned like a weary soldier, and seaweed clung to her rails.

Below deck, lit only by a shaft of gray morning light, sat a skeleton hunched at the wheel. In its lap rested a chest overflowing with gold, emeralds, and a map with one mark: a red “X” near Hook Head. The skeleton’s bony fingers still clutched the edge of the treasure, as if even in death, Red Flynne would not let go. The villagers took the boat and carefully placed it on land away from the raging tide, where it rests today with Red Flynne still inside.

Woe betide anyone that tries to take the treasure from him, as they might well disappear into the same strange sea mist that took Red to his doom.