text_original: An evil wind now swelled his sails, but the cargo of the crazy human hull was not therefore evil. "Gibbie," he said, solemnly, "never ye drink a drap o' whusky. Never ye rax oot the han' to the boatle.
text_transcription: AN EVIL WIND NOW SWELLED HIS SAILS BUT THE CARGO OF THE CRAZY HUMAN WHOLE WAS NOT THEREFORE EVIL GIBBEY HE SAID SOLEMNLY NEVER YE DRINK A DROP O WHISKY NEVER YE RAXOTE THE HAND O THE BOTTLE
phonemes: ɐn ˈiːvəl wˈɪnd nˈaʊ swˈɛld hɪz sˈeɪlz, bˌʌt ðə kˈɑːɹɡoʊ ʌvðə kɹˈeɪzi hjˈuːmən hˈʌl wʌz nˌɑːt ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ ˈiːvəl. "ɡˈɪbi," hiː sˈɛd, sˈɑːləmli, "nˈɛvɚ jiː dɹˈɪŋk ɐ dɹˈæp ˈoʊ wˈʌski. nˈɛvɚ jiː ɹˈæks ˈuːt ðə hˈæn tə ðə bˈoʊɾəl.