It's been quite some time now that we've been stuck in a mighty terrible situation on the raft. A couple o' scoundrels are travellin' with us now and we can't get rid of 'em. At first I didn't have no problem with it, but with time I found myself feeling mighty guilty for the crimes they were pullin', even though it wasn't really no fault o' mine.
I've been watchin' them scoundrels trick the most innocent of hearts. It's a sight that really makes you question whether there's really any good in this big ole' world of ours. I keep thinkin' about Tom Sawyer, and how he always thought to steal 'n hurt people. I can't see the good in any o' it. It's been a long time since I've seen Tom, and too long of a time that I've believed in his ideas. Travellin' with thieves like the king and the duke has taught me somethin' real scary: your conscience's main target is always you. I can't live with sadness like that. It's a feelin' far too lonesome. I want nothin' to do with these criminals anymore, I just hope to Providence that me 'n Jim can get rid of 'em real soon.
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