text_original: Paul Bittern now came aft. "The men are getting very restless," he said; "they want to go on shore. They'd all go if I'd let 'em." Captain Bonnet gave his sailing master a lofty glare.
text_transcription: PAUL BITTON NOW CAME AFT THE MEN ARE GETTING VERY RESTLESS HE SAID THEY WANT TO GO ON SHORE THEY'D ALL GO IF I'D LET EM CAPTAIN BONNET GAVE HIS SAILING MASTER A LOFTY GLARE
phonemes: pˈɔːl bˈɪtɚn nˈaʊ kˈeɪm ˈæft. "ðə mˈɛn ɑːɹ ɡˌɛɾɪŋ vˈɛɹi ɹˈɛstləs," hiː sˈɛd; "ðeɪ wˈɔnt tə ɡˌoʊ ˌɔn ʃˈɔːɹ. ðeɪd ˈɔːl ɡˌoʊ ɪf aɪd lˈɛt ˈɛm." kˈæptɪn bˈɑːnɪt ɡˈeɪv hɪz sˈeɪlɪŋ mˈæstɚɹ ɐ lˈɔfti ɡlˈɛɹ.