text_original: "Sailing orders, Jack," announced Farnum. "All right, sir," nodded the young skipper, looking at his watch. "I can pull out inside of twelve minutes." "But you don't have to," laughed Farnum. "You have until morning. Where do you suppose you're going?" "I don't know, sir." "Curious, Jack?" "I don't care where we're going," Benson smiled back.
text_transcription: SAILING ORDERS JACK ANNOUNCED FARNON ALL RIGHT SIR NODDED THE YOUNG SKIPPER LOOKING AT HIS WATCH I CAN PULL OUT INSIDE OF TWELVE MINUTES BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO LAUGHED FARNAND YOU HAVEN'T TILL MORNING WHERE DO YOU SUPPOSE YOU'RE GOING I DON'T KNOW SIR CURIOUS JACK I DON'T CARE WHERE WE'RE GOING BENSTON SMILED BACK
phonemes: "sˈeɪlɪŋ ˈɔːɹdɚz, dʒˈæk," ɐnˈaʊnst fˈɑːɹnəm. "ˈɔːl ɹˈaɪt, sˌɜː," nˈɑːdᵻd ðə jˈʌŋ skˈɪpɚ, lˈʊkɪŋ æt hɪz wˈɑːtʃ. "aɪ kæn pˈʊl ˈaʊt ɪnsˈaɪd ʌv twˈɛlv mˈɪnɪts." "bˌʌt juː dˈoʊnt hˈæv tuː," lˈæft fˈɑːɹnəm. "juː hæv ʌntˈɪl mˈɔːɹnɪŋ. wˌɛɹ dˈuː juː səpˈoʊz jʊɹ ɡˈoʊɪŋ?" "aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ, sˌɜː." "kjˈʊɹɹiəs, dʒˈæk?" "aɪ dˈoʊnt kˈɛɹ wˌɛɹ wɪɹ ɡˈoʊɪŋ," bˈɛnsən smˈaɪld bˈæk.