text_original: —Jim!" "Ay, ay, sir!" "Another pewter." "Ay, ay, sir." Jim hobbled off into the Admiral's house and Sir Peter and Mr. Brooke Hoskyn stood, facing each other, each grasping his pewter of foaming ale.
text_transcription: JIM AY AY SIR ANOTHER PEWTER AY AY SIR JIM HOBBLED OFF INTO THE ADMIRAL'S HOUSE AND SIR PETER AND MISTER BROKOSKIN STOOD FACING EACH OTHER EACH GRASPING HIS PEWTER OF FOAMING ALE
phonemes: —dʒˈɪm!" "ˈaɪ, ˈaɪ, sˌɜː!" "ɐnˈʌðɚ pjˈuːɾɚ." "ˈaɪ, ˈaɪ, sˌɜː." dʒˈɪm hˈɑːbəld ˈɔf ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈædmɜːɹəlz hˈaʊs ænd sˌɜː pˈiːɾɚ ænd mˈɪstɚ. bɹˈʊk hˈɑːskɪn stˈʊd, fˈeɪsɪŋ ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ, ˈiːtʃ ɡɹˈæspɪŋ hɪz pjˈuːɾɚɹ ʌv fˈoʊmɪŋ ˈeɪl.