text_original: "We're cutting into the 'Thor's' water." A few moments more, and Benson found his craft slantingly across the Rhinds boat's course, well ahead. "Now, we'll show you!" quavered Jack Benson, as he briefly shook his fist back at the wicked rivals. "If we don't blow the lid off this sea turtle!" muttered young Somers, to himself.
text_transcription: WE'RE CUTTING INTO THE FOREST WATERS A FEW MINUTES MORE AND BENSON FOUND HIS CRAFT SLANTINGLY ACROSS THE RYNNE'S BOW COURSE WELL AHEAD NOW WE'LL SHOW YOU QUAVERED JACK BENSON AS HE BRIEFLY SHOOK HIS FIST AT THE WICKED RIVALS IF WE DON'T BLOW THE LID OFF THIS SEA TURTLE MUTTERED YOUNG SOMMERS TO HIMSELF
phonemes: "wɪɹ kˈʌɾɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ðə θˈɔːɹz wˈɔːɾɚ." ɐ fjˈuː mˈoʊmənts mˈɔːɹ, ænd bˈɛnsən fˈaʊnd hɪz kɹˈæft slˈæntɪŋli əkɹˌɑːs ðə ɹˈaɪndz bˈoʊts kˈɔːɹs, wˈɛl ɐhˈɛd. "nˈaʊ, wiːl ʃˈoʊ juː!" kwˈeɪvɚd dʒˈæk bˈɛnsən, æz hiː bɹˈiːfli ʃˈʊk hɪz fˈɪst bˈæk æt ðə wˈɪkᵻd ɹˈaɪvəlz. "ɪf wiː dˈoʊnt blˈoʊ ðə lˈɪd ˈɔf ðɪs sˈiː tˈɜːɾəl!" mˈʌɾɚd jˈʌŋ sˈʌmɚz, tə hɪmsˈɛlf.