text_original: "Now I begin to fear, Master Bonnet, that the day o' your salvation has really gone by. When ye not only murder an' rob upon the high seas, but keep consort with other murderers an' robbers, then I fear ye are indeed lost.
text_transcription: NOW I BEGIN TO FEAR MASTER BONNET THAT THE DAY YOUR SALVATION HAS REALLY GONE BY WHEN YE NOT ONLY MURDER AND ROB UPON THE HIGH SEAS BUT KEEP CONSORT WITH OTHER MURDERERS AND ROBBERS THEN I FEAR YE ARE INDEED LOST
phonemes: "nˈaʊ aɪ bɪɡˈɪn tə fˈɪɹ, mˈæstɚ bˈɑːnɪt, ðætðə dˈeɪ ˈoʊ jʊɹ sælvˈeɪʃən hɐz ɹˈiəli ɡɔn bˈaɪ. wˌɛn jiː nˌɑːt ˈoʊnli mˈɜːdɚɹ æn ɹˈɑːb əpˌɑːn ðə hˈaɪ sˈiːz, bˌʌt kˈiːp kˈɑːnsɔːɹt wɪð ˈʌðɚ mˈɜːdɚɹɚz æn ɹˈɑːbɚz, ðˈɛn aɪ fˈɪɹ jiː ɑːɹ ˌɪndˈiːd lˈɔst.