text_original: "Swing a half point off port bow, Eph  steady, now!" breathed the young skipper, intensely. Down below, Hal Hastings was performing as near to wonders as was possible with a gasoline engine. Jacob Farnum stood just inside the conning tower, prepared to rush below with any other orders. "Yes, it's the derelict!" shouted Benson, presently. "I can make out the stumps of two masts now. We'll be there in a few minutes." "We'll be lucky if we don't get there too late," grumbled Somers. "Shall I steer direct for the old wreck, or take the course from you?"
text_transcription: SWING A HALF POINT OFF PORT BEAU F STEADY NOW BREATHED THE YOUNG SKIPPER INTENSELY DOWN BELOW HAL HASTINGS WAS PERFORMING AS NEAR TO WONDERS AS WAS POSSIBLE WITH A GHASTLY ENGINE JACOB FARNUM STOOD JUST INSIDE THE CONNING TOWER PREPARED TO RUSH BELOW WITH ANY OTHER ORDERS YES IT'S THE DERELICT SHOUTED VINCENT PRESENTLY I CAN MAKE OUT THE SUMPS OF TWO MASTS NOW WE'LL BE THERE IN A FEW MINUTES WE'LL BE LUCKY IF WE DON'T GET THERE TOO LATE GRUMBLED SOMMERS SHALL I STEER DIRECT FOR THE OLD WRECK OR TAKE THE COURSE FROM YOU
phonemes: "swˈɪŋ ɐ hˈæf pˈɔɪnt ˈɔf pˈɔːɹt bˈoʊ, ˈɛf stˈɛdi, nˈaʊ!" bɹˈiːðd ðə jˈʌŋ skˈɪpɚ, ɪntˈɛnsli. dˌaʊn bᵻlˈoʊ, hˈæl hˈeɪstɪŋz wʌz pɚfˈɔːɹmɪŋ æz nˌɪɹ tə wˈʌndɚz æz wʌz pˈɑːsᵻbəl wɪð ɐ ɡˈæsəlˌiːn ˈɛndʒɪn. dʒˈeɪkəb fˈɑːɹnəm stˈʊd dʒˈʌst ɪnsˈaɪd ðə kˈɑːnɪŋ tˈaʊɚ, pɹɪpˈɛɹd tə ɹˈʌʃ bᵻlˌoʊ wɪð ˌɛni ˈʌðɚɹ ˈɔːɹdɚz. "jˈɛs, ɪts ðə dˈɛɹɪlˌɪkt!" ʃˈaʊɾᵻd bˈɛnsən, pɹˈɛzəntli. "aɪ kæn mˌeɪk ˈaʊt ðə stˈʌmps ʌv tˈuː mˈæsts nˈaʊ. wiːl biː ðɛɹ ɪn ɐ fjˈuː mˈɪnɪts." "wiːl biː lˈʌki ɪf wiː dˈoʊnt ɡɛt ðɛɹ tˈuː lˈeɪt," ɡɹˈʌmbəld sˈʌmɚz. "ʃˌæl aɪ stˈɪɹ dᵻɹˈɛkt fɚðɪ ˈoʊld ɹˈɛk, ɔːɹ tˈeɪk ðə kˈɔːɹs fɹʌm juː?"