text_original: Then Hal, mopping his face from the engine room heat, came up on deck for a breath of air. "I don't suppose we can get ashore," murmured young Hastings, gazing wistfully at the city beyond. "No," muttered Jack, shaking his head. "We're short handed as it is, and we've got to be on hand to watch these boats.
text_transcription: THEN HAL MOPPING HIS FACE FROM THE INJURING HEAT COME UP ON DECK FOR A BREATH OF AIR I DON'T SUPPOSE WE CAN GET ASHORE MURMURED YOUNG HASTINGS GAZING WISTFULLY AT THE CITY BEYOND NO MUTTERED JACK SHAKING HIS HEAD WE'RE SHORT ENDED AS IT IS AND WE'VE GOT TO BE ON HAND TO WATCH THESE BOATS
phonemes: ðˈɛn hˈæl, mˈɑːpɪŋ hɪz fˈeɪs fɹʌmðɪ ˈɛndʒɪn ɹˈuːm hˈiːt, kˈeɪm ˌʌp ˌɔn dˈɛk fɚɹə bɹˈɛθ ʌv ˈɛɹ. "aɪ dˈoʊnt səpˈoʊz wiː kæn ɡɛt ɐʃˈɔːɹ," mˈɜːmɚd jˈʌŋ hˈeɪstɪŋz, ɡˈeɪzɪŋ wˈɪstfəli æt ðə sˈɪɾi bᵻjˈɔnd. "nˈoʊ," mˈʌɾɚd dʒˈæk, ʃˈeɪkɪŋ hɪz hˈɛd. "wɪɹ ʃˈɔːɹt hˈændᵻd ˌæzɪtˈɪz, ænd wiːv ɡɑːt təbi ˌɔn hˈænd tə wˈɑːtʃ ðiːz bˈoʊts.