Johnathon Kelly

I was born in London in on the 9th of June, 1691, to Mary Kelly. I never met my father, and my mother couldn't look after me, so she gave me away to James and Martha Cunningham. They decided I should keep my original name. I had a hard upbringing, being taught military discipline, and how to fight from a young age. Before long I was serving in the British Army. Nothing happened with my unit until the Jacobite Rebellion of 1715. Here was where my name popped up in the Kings view. During the battle, the Jacobite rebels seized a set of our cannons, and killed the crew. Me, along with two of my comrades, Mark Dodgingham and Jack Fellows. We fought our way through hordes of scots, getting to the cannons. Mark took a pistol ball to the head, dying instantly. Jack and myself fought back to back for a further fifteen minutes until he was cut down by a scot claymore. I continued to fight alone for another half an hour, getting wounded in the process when a claymore pierced my stomach, just missing my organs. I was tiring when a company of musketeers come over the ridge, shredding all the Jacobites around me. I killed one hundred and twelve Jacobites with a stolen claymore, one with a musket shot, and five with my bayonet. The king give me a prestigious award for bravery, and gave the battallion a ceremonial headband, which I still wear to this day. I transfered to the Royal Navy to get away from the bloodshed, just to be posted into the Burning Sea, where fighting and Bloodshed was rife. I am here to bring a British peace to the Burning Sea. During a battle against a large smugglers fleet, I met Captain Anthony Kelly, who I discovered, after the battle, was my half brother, born of the same mother. The year is now 1723, and I am now commanding a succesfull, loyal crew, sailing the sea in search of my enemies.

During February of 1723, I, upon request of the govener of Port Royal, led a small contingent of Royal Marines onto the mainlands of Florida after spies had uncovered a sizeable force of french soldiers preparing an assault on the Bahamas. I led them from the front, on my horse, sword in my hand. I felt like I was back where I belonged. Having laid our ambush, we begun our intial attack, destroying the french cannons and supplies. We fell back behind the ambush, and waited for them to follow. As soon as they came within our sights, we dropped every last one of them. The Marine unit got a battlefield citation, and I received a commendation from the govenor of Port Royal, and a recommendation for further operations on the mainland.