text_original: The pretty, dainty vessel, long and narrow, rode like an eggshell on those furions waters — here a long wall of inky blackness, rising like a mountain ridge, and bearing down on the doomed ship, and beyond, as far as the eye could reach, a waste of surf, livid in the moonlight.
text_transcription: THE PRETTY DAINTY VESSEL LONG AND NARROW ROWED LIKE AN EGG SHELL ON THOSE FURIOUS WATERS HERE A LONG WALL OF INKY BLACKNESS RISING LIKE A MOUNTAIN RIDGE AND BEARING DOWN ON THE DOOMED SHIP AND BEYOND AS FAR AS THE EYE COULD REACH A WASTE OF SURF LIVID IN THE MOONLIGHT
phonemes: ðə pɹˈɪɾi, dˈeɪnti vˈɛsəl, lˈɔŋ ænd nˈæɹoʊ, ɹˈoʊd lˈaɪk ɐn ˈɛɡʃɛl ˌɔn ðoʊz fjˈʊɹɹiənz wˈɔːɾɚz — hˈɪɹ ɐ lˈɔŋ wˈɔːl ʌv ɪŋkˈaɪ blˈæknəs, ɹˈaɪzɪŋ lˈaɪk ɐ mˈaʊntɪn ɹˈɪdʒ, ænd bˈɛɹɪŋ dˌaʊn ɔnðə dˈuːmd ʃˈɪp, ænd bᵻjˈɔnd, æz fˈɑːɹ æz ðɪ ˈaɪ kʊd ɹˈiːtʃ, ɐ wˈeɪst ʌv sˈɜːf, lˈɪvɪd ɪnðə mˈuːnlaɪt.