text_original: Ben Greenway looked at him steadfastly. "Master Stede Bonnet," said he, "ye are no more fit to be a bloody pirate than I am. Ye oversee your plantation weel, although I hae often been persuaded that ye knew no' as much as ye think ye do.
text_transcription: BEN GREENWAY LOOKED AT HIM STEADFASTLY MASTER STEED BONNET SAID HE YE ARE NO MORE FIT TO BE A BLOODY PIRATE THAN I AM YOU OVERSEE YOUR PLANTATION WHEEL ALTHOUGH I HAVE OFTEN BEEN PERSUADED THAT YE KNEW AS MUCH AS YE THINK YE DO
phonemes: bˈɛn ɡɹˈiːnweɪ lˈʊkt æt hˌɪm stˈɛdfæstli. "mˈæstɚ stˈiːd bˈɑːnɪt," sˈɛd hiː, "jiː ɑːɹ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ fˈɪt təbi ɐ blˈʌdi pˈaɪɹət ðɐn aɪˈæm. jiː ˌoʊvɚsˈiː jʊɹ plæntˈeɪʃən wˈiːl, ɔːlðˈoʊ aɪ hˈiː ˈɔfən bˌɪn pɚswˈeɪdᵻd ðæt jiː nˈuː nˈoʊ æz mˈʌtʃ æz jiː θˈɪŋk jiː dˈuː.