Tracing my Great Great Great Grandfathers steps and more importantly if he still has family in Ireland. How do I get my hands on a birth certificate from 1765? Damn I suppose I'd have to pay for something..ha ha.
Any help would be so appreciated.

NAME - PADDY CONNOR aka PADDY O’CONNOR aka PATRICK O’CONNOR aka PADDY CONNEL
POB – County Clare, Ireland
DOB - @ 1765 – (information on Internet was that he was 75 in 1840 he allegedly died in 1841 in Fiji)
Excerpt from History of Fiji
The first settlers — if indeed they can be thus termed — in these islands were some desperadoes, who appear to have escaped from the penal settlement of New South Wales in the year 1804. They are supposed to have numbered
Twenty-seven men on their arrival, but encounters with the natives and sanguinary quarrels amongst themselves speedily reduced their ranks, and in 1840 only two remained.

The last survivor was one Paddy Connel, who, after leading a life of the greatest depravity and lawlessness, is stated in his latter days to have been only concerned about, the rearing of his pigs and fowls, and the increasing of the number of his children from forty-eight to half-a-hundred. He had a hundred wives I Commodore Wilkes saw him in 1840, when he visited Fiji. He says: —

One day, while at the Observatory, I was greatly surprised at seeing one
whom I took to be a Feejeeman, enter my tent, a circumstance so
inconsistent with the respect to our prescribed limit, of which I have
spoken. His colour, however, struck me as lighter than that of any
native I had yet seen. He was a short wrinkled old man, but appeared to
possess great vigour and activity. He had a beard that reached to his
middle, and but little hair, of a reddish-grey colour, on his head. He
gave me no time for inquiry, but at once addressed me in broad Irish,
with a rich Milesian brogue. In a few minutes he made me acquainted with
his story, which, by his own account, was as follows:--

His name was Paddy Connel, but the natives called him Berry; he was born
in the county of Clare, in Ireland; had run away from school when he was
a little fellow, and after wandering about as a vagabond, was pressed
into the army in the first Irish rebellion. At the time the French
landed in Ireland, the regiment to which he was attached marched at once
against the enemy, and soon arrived on the field of battle, where they
were brought to the charge. The first thing he knew or heard, the drums
struck up a White Boy's tune, and his whole regiment went over and
joined the French, with the exception of the officers, who had to flee.
They were then marched against the British, and were soon defeated by
Lord Cornwallis; it was a hard fight, and Paddy found himself among the
slain. When he thought the battle was over, and night came on, he
crawled off and reached home. He was then taken up and tried for his
life, but was acquitted; he was, however, remanded to prison, and busied
himself in effecting the escape of some of his comrades. On this being
discovered, he was confined in the black hole, and soon after sent to
Cork, to be put on board a convict-ship bound to New South Wales. When
he arrived there, his name was not found on the books of the prisoners;
consequently he had been transported by mistake, and was, therefore, set
at liberty. He then worked about for several years, and collected a
small sum of money, but unfortunately fell into bad company, got drunk,
and lost it all. Just about this time Captain Sartori, of the ship
General Wellesley, arrived at Sydney. Having lost a great part of his
crew by sickness and desertion, he desired to procure hands for his
ship, which was still at Sandalwood Bay, and obtained thirty-five men,
one of whom was Paddy Connel. At the time they were ready to depart, a
French privateer, Le Gloriant, Captain Dubardieu, put into Sydney, when
Captain Sartori engaged a passage for himself and his men to the
Feejees. On their way they touched at Norfolk Island, where the ship
struck, and damaged her keel so much that they were obliged to put into
the Bay of Islands for repairs. Paddy asserts that a difficulty had
occurred here between Captain Sartori and his men about their
provisions, which was amicably settled. The Gloriant finally sailed from
New Zealand for Tongataboo, where they arrived just after the capture of
a vessel, which he supposed to have been the Port au Prince, as they had
obtained many articles from the natives, which had evidently belonged to
some large vessel. Here they remained some months, and then sailed for
Sandalwood Bay, where the men, on account of their former quarrel with
Captain Sartori, refused to go on board the General Wellesley: some of
them shipped on board the Gloriant, and others, with Paddy, determined
to remain on shore with the natives. He added, that Captain Sartori was
kind to him, and at parting had given him a pistol, cutlass, and an old
good-for-nothing musket; these, with his sea-chest and a few clothes,
were all that he possessed. He had now lived forty years among these
savages. After hearing his whole story, I told him I did not believe a
word of it; to which he answered, that the main part of it was true, but
he might have made some mistakes, as he had been so much in the habit of
lying to the Feejeeans, that he hardly now knew when he told the truth,
adding, that he had no desire to tell anything but the truth.

Paddy turned out to be a very amusing fellow, and possessed an accurate
knowledge of the Feejee character. Some of the whites told me that he
was more than half Feejee; indeed he seemed to delight in shewing how
nearly he was allied to them in feeling and propensities; and, like
them, seemed to fix his attention upon trifles. He gave me a droll
account of his daily employments, which it would be inappropriate to
give here, and finished by telling me the only wish he had then, was to
get for his little boy, on whom he doated, a small hatchet; and the only
articles he had to offer for it were a few old hens. On my asking him if
he did not cultivate the ground, he said at once no; he found it much
easier to get his living by telling the Feejeeans stories, which he
could always make good enough for them;--these, and the care of his two
little boys, and his hens, and his pigs, when he had any, gave him ample
employment and plenty of food. He had lived much at Rewa, and, until
lately, had been a resident at Levuka, but had, in consequence of his
intrigues, been expelled by the white residents, to the island of
Ambatiki. It appeared that they had unanimously come to the conclusion,
that if he did not remove, they would be obliged to put him to death for
their own safety. I could not induce Whippy or Tom to give me the
circumstances that occasioned this determination; and Paddy would not
communicate more than that his residence on Ambatiki was a forced one,
and that it was as though he was living out of the world, rearing pigs,
fowls, and children. Of the last description of live stock he had
forty-eight, and hoped that he might live to see fifty born to him. He
had had one hundred wives.

So that is my Great x 3 Pop's story, hopefully he still has family in Ireland besides his Fijian family.

Cheers
Janice