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John Smith Hi, have you ever heard of me? You know, the Admiral of New England. Nope, not the New England Patriots, I’m John Smith. You may have seen me in the movie Pocahontas. I was born in Willoughby, England in 1580. I had a mother and a father. Later I got a brother named Francis. I always was looking for adventure. My hero was Sir Francis Drake (A English knight, yet the Spanish considered him a pirate). I spent most of my time trying to run away. I attended King Edward VI Grammar School until I was ten. Then, my father apprenticed me to a wealthy merchant. After I turned 16, my father died and I terminated my apprenticeship and started studying the art of war. I then joined a group of English mercenaries that bounced from conflict to conflict. After that, on a trip to Hungry, my ship crashed. I got stranded on an island until some pirates, under command of captain La Roche, rescued me. I then joined their crew and was a rich man when I returned to England. Next, I signed up to fight against Turkey. There, I invented bombs that shot bullets in all directions and beheaded three Turks in one on one duels. Then, I got injured in a encounter with tartars and was sold as a slave. Three owners took me on and I escaped from the third one. When I came back to England, I signed up for an expedition to America. I was accused of mutiny on the way there and was put in chains. When we arrived there we lost many people to disease and Indian raids. I refused to let the colony die and traded valuables for corn. My strong hand helped the colony gain footing. Later I was elected President of the colony. I also said eight famous words which were, ”He that will not worke shall not eate.” When I was on an expedition, I was ambushed and captured by Indians. I was about to be executed, but an Indian girl, Pocahontas, saved my life. Other people believe I misunderstood a ritual celebrating my “Death and Rebirth” as part of the tribe. But in 1609 I was hurt in a gunpowder accident and had to return to England. Years later I went on another expedition to America and explored the New England region. This gained me the nickname “The Admiral of New England”. I spent the rest of my life writing books about America until I died in 1631 at the age of 51. Even though I died that year, my fighting spirit, that kept my colony alive, helped England to make its way into the new world.