​Breca and I were friends, good friends actually, until we had a disagreement. We were talking about swimming and Breca claimed that he was faster,. I disagreed because, I am Beowulf, the mightiest of them all. So to settle the argument, we decided to have a swimming race across the sea. We were just boys then, looking for an excuse to fight serpents and whales across the sea. Even though Breca did win the swimming match, I didn't practically die like drunks and jealous people say.