Immitating Huck

Today was a ruther unordinary day. Or should I say, tonight was an unordinary night? Jim and me sleep during the day, and it were night when we was awake. Anyhow, we was sailing down the river, as we always does. Then, one second, we heard an explosion a ways off. I reckon it was a steamboat, but Jim says it was a mob coming to get him. That king and crummy duke who left us the day before must of gave us away. I says that they was after our money, them con artists. I was right, they made us some, then they taked it all back when they left. Nohow, we glided swift along, dead straight. We seen fire and smoke after a while. I was right, it was a blown up steam boat there. The area was empty of no one, and I reckon that it wouldn’t be of no harm to investigate and loot the smoldering heap of mangled metal. Jim warn’t real comfortable with this, he felt like he was being watched. Jim worries more than he ought to worry. How dreadful lonesome that wreck was, laying there in the dead center of the river. Jim tells me it ‘uz too treacherous to get onto the boat, since there mightn’t be nobody there, or the fire might happen to intensify.
Nohow, I leaved Jim at the moment and getted myself onto the boat. I searched around, but nothing come of it. It was all ashen, and there was nothing worth the taking. Then, I hear a crack under my feet. The boat then broke in two, and was sanking under my feet. Jim was at shore, and he shoved off the shore and come by the burning boat. I jumped off. I reckon I fell forever, but I felt myself hit the raft solid. I was safe. I think that Jim must be a hero or something. I would a never thought o’ that myself.