text_original: At six o'clock yesterday morn I staggered on deck to look at the plains of Troy, the tomb of Achilles, the mouths of the Scamander, the little harbour of Tenedos, between which and the mainshore our _Vectis_, with steward's cabins and galley torn away, blustering, creaking, shrieking, storming, rushed on her way.
text_transcription: AT SIX O'CLOCK YESTERDAY MORN I STAGGERED ON DECK TO LOOK AT THE PLAINS OF TROY THE TOMB OF ACHILLES THE MOUTHS OF THE SCAMANDER THE LITTLE HARBOR OF TENEDOS BETWEEN WHICH AND THE MAIN SHORE ARE VECTUS WITH STEWARDS CABINS AND GALLEY TORN AWAY BLUSTERING CREAKING SHRIEKING STORMING RUSHED ON HER WAY
phonemes: æt sˈɪks əklˈɑːk jˈɛstɚdˌeɪ mˈɔːɹn aɪ stˈæɡɚd ˌɔn dˈɛk tə lˈʊk æt ðə plˈeɪnz ʌv tɹˈɔɪ, ðə tˈuːm ʌv ɐkˈɪliːz, ðə mˈaʊðz ʌvðə skˈæmændɚ, ðə lˈɪɾəl hˈɑːɹbɚɹ ʌv tɛnˈiːdoʊz, bᵻtwˌiːn wˌɪtʃ ænd ðə mˈeɪnʃɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ vˈɛktiz, wɪð stˈuːɚdz kˈæbɪnz ænd ɡˈæli tˈɔːɹn ɐwˈeɪ, blˈʌstɚɹɪŋ, kɹˈiːkɪŋ, ʃɹˈiːkɪŋ, stˈɔːɹmɪŋ, ɹˈʌʃt ˌɔn hɜː wˈeɪ.