Imagine you are hitching a ride with Huck and Jim. Write a paragraph describing the setting and the atmosphere of what it is like to be with these two runaways.
The boat drifted ever slow down the river. The water lapping gently at the sides, caressing the lip of the makeshift bow, shifting away from and merging with itself in an almost calm fashion. The sun hung low in the sky, painting dark water and the surrounding land in an all-encompassing orange glow. The green foliage growing up from the ground seemed to be brimming with life as the animals and plants made themselves scarce, preparing for the night. The sound of my counterparts bantering between each other grasped my attention, cutting through the blissful stillness of the painted world that I gazed upon, drawing me back to reality.
Jim stood tall in comparison to young Huck as they bickered about nothing and everything at once. It was strange to see two people who lived lives with such a great difference between them interact and coexist in a way that was almost symbiotic, in a way. Jim looked tense, well… not so much tense but prepared. Ready for whatever the world had next to throw at the three of us. Huck lay on the floor of the raft, staring up into the eyes of Jim. Relaxed he was, completely and utterly, seemingly to carefree to note the uniqueness of our situation and the danger of where we were… he lived in bliss.
I smiled, dipping my feet into the water and laying on my back, shielding my face from the sun, as we traveled further into unknown territory.