text_original: The Captain and I sat forward on the deck, breathing deeply the sharp odor which comes from the wet forest in the early morning, listening to the soft splash of the oars, and watching the green form of Eighteen Mile Island as it gently drew nearer and nearer.
text_transcription: THE CAPTAIN AND I SET FORWARD ON THE DECK BREATHING DEEPLY THE SHARP ODOR WHICH COMES FROM THE WET FOREST IN THE EARLY MORNING LISTENING TO THE SOFT SPLASH OF THE OARS AND WATCHING THE GREEN FORM OF EIGHTEEN MILE ISLAND AS IT GENTLY DREW NEARER AND NEARER
phonemes: ðə kˈæptɪn ænd aɪ sˈæt fˈɔːɹwɚd ɔnðə dˈɛk, bɹˈiːðɪŋ dˈiːpli ðə ʃˈɑːɹp ˈoʊdɚ wˌɪtʃ kˈʌmz fɹʌmðə wˈɛt fˈɔːɹɪst ɪnðɪ ˈɜːli mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, lˈɪsənɪŋ tə ðə sˈɔft splˈæʃ ʌvðɪ ˈɔːɹz, ænd wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ðə ɡɹˈiːn fˈɔːɹm ʌv ˈeɪtiːn mˈaɪl ˈaɪlənd æz ɪt dʒˈɛntli dɹˈuː nˈɪɹɚ ænd nˈɪɹɚ.