Jim was cleaning up the raft, and I was taking a swim. There'd been a storm the night before, a mighty big one, and the river was all overflowing and full of things- mud and tree branches and the like. We were caught in a pretty fast current so I was hanging on to a piece of rope that Jim had fisht outta the water and tied fast on to our raft. It was an awful fun time, getting dragged along behind like that. I had to look out for big sticks, so as not to run into them, but Jim helped steer away from the worst of it.

There warn't no sense in us trying to hide, on account of the river having burst its banks. With the mud and drizzle and all, nobody was gonna be out, besides. So we warn't worrying at all 'bout being seen. 'Stead we was having a grand old time, laughing and singing and joking with one another. I don't hardly mind a little rain, 'specially when the air seem so hot and stifling. The water felt ruther nice, warm and kinder soft, almost.

I flip over on my back. Looking up at the sky all covered over with swirly clouds, I 'member thinking to myself that we warn't having a half bad time just then, me and Jim.

So, this is just a quick creative writing assignment from school that I figured I'd submit mainly for fun. I love Huck Finn, and Mark Twain has such an expressive way of writing... it was pretty daunting trying to imitate him, even just a little. I'd love feedback on how I did!