text_original: Ahead, the derelict was now some fifteen hundred yards away. The half sunken wreck still presented a broadside, as shown by the positions of two stumps of masts. "What range are you going to fire at?" asked Eph Somers. "The torpedo is set for six hundred yards; we'll fire at three hundred."
text_transcription: AHEAD THE DERELICT WAS NOW SOME FIFTEEN HUNDRED YARDS AWAY THE HALF SUNKEN WRECK STILL PRESENTED A BROADSIDE AS SHOWN BY THE POSITIONS OF TWO STUMPS OF MASTS WHAT RANGE ARE YOU GOING TO FIRE AT ASKED F SUMMERS THE TORPEDO IS SET FOR SIX HUNDRED YARDS WILL FIRE AT THREE HUNDRED
phonemes: ɐhˈɛd, ðə dˈɛɹɪlˌɪkt wʌz nˈaʊ sˌʌm fˈɪftiːn hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɑːɹdz ɐwˈeɪ. ðə hˈæf sˈʌŋkən ɹˈɛk stˈɪl pɹɪzˈɛntᵻd ɐ bɹˈɔːdsaɪd, æz ʃˈoʊn baɪ ðə pəzˈɪʃənz ʌv tˈuː stˈʌmps ʌv mˈæsts. "wˌʌt ɹˈeɪndʒ ɑːɹ juː ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə fˈaɪɚɹ æt?" ˈæskt ˈɛf sˈʌmɚz. "ðə tɔːɹpˈiːdoʊ ɪz sˈɛt fɔːɹ sˈɪks hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɑːɹdz; wiːl fˈaɪɚɹ æt θɹˈiː hˈʌndɹɪd."