text_original: What I suffered in that cockle shell of a boat, tossed hither and thither amidst that seething mass of waters — I don't know if it was blowing or raining hardest — I will not now attempt to describe. When I reached the Stormy Petrel I was more dead than alive.
text_transcription: WHAT I SUFFERED IN THAT COCKLE SHELL OF A BOAT TOSSED HITHER AND THITHER AMIDST THAT SEETHING MASS OF WATERS I DON'T KNOW IF IT WAS BLOWING OR RAINING HARDEST I WILL NOT NOW ATTEMPT TO DESCRIBE WHEN I REACHED THE STORMY PATROL I WAS MORE DEAD THAN ALIVE
phonemes: wˌʌt aɪ sˈʌfɚd ɪn ðæt kˈɑːkəl ʃˈɛl əvə bˈoʊt, tˈɔst hˈɪðɚ ænd ðˈɪðɚɹ ɐmˈɪdst ðæt sˈiːðɪŋ mˈæs ʌv wˈɔːɾɚz — aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ ɪf ɪt wʌz blˈoʊɪŋ ɔːɹ ɹˈeɪnɪŋ hˈɑːɹdɪst — aɪ wɪl nˌɑːt nˈaʊ ɐtˈɛmpt tə dᵻskɹˈaɪb. wˌɛn aɪ ɹˈiːtʃt ðə stˈɔːɹmi pˈɛtɹəl aɪ wʌz mˈɔːɹ dˈɛd ðɐn ɐlˈaɪv.