text_original: Captain Oakum, who leaned against the mizen mast, no sooner saw me approach in my shirt, with the sleeves tucked up to my armpits, and my hands dyed with blood, than he signified his displeasure by a frown, and asked why the doctor himself did not come?
text_transcription: CAPTAIN OAKUM WHO LEANED AGAINST THE MIZZEN MAST NO SOONER SAW ME APPROACH IN MY SHIRT WITH THE SLEEVES TUCKED UP TO MY ARMPITS AND MY HANDS DYED WITH BLOOD THAN HE SIGNIFIED HIS DISPLEASURE BY A FROWN AND ASKED WHY THE DOCTOR HIMSELF DID NOT COME
phonemes: kˈæptɪn ˈoʊkəm, hˌuː lˈiːnd ɐɡˈɛnst ðə mˈaɪzən mˈæst, nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚ sˈɔː mˌiː ɐpɹˈoʊtʃ ɪn maɪ ʃˈɜːt, wɪððə slˈiːvz tˈʌkt ˌʌp tə maɪ ˈɑːɹmpɪts, ænd maɪ hˈændz dˈaɪd wɪð blˈʌd, ðɐn hiː sˈɪɡnᵻfˌaɪd hɪz dɪsplˈɛʒɚ baɪ ɐ fɹˈaʊn, ænd ˈæskt wˌaɪ ðə dˈɑːktɚ hɪmsˈɛlf dɪdnˌɑːt kˈʌm?