[ The decent thing to do would probably be for Irving to at least nominally refute the passive insult toward Jopson, but then decides there's no real point in expecting a pirate to pay Naval Officers the respect they're due-- and for that matter, he also believes he deserves to be considered "the smart one" of the two. Not that Jopson can't be clever, but Irving is educated, has trained rigorously how to think like an officer, levelheaded and responsible and strategic, whereas Jopson -- all due respect, of course -- has been a lieutenant for basically all of five minutes, had only been the Captain's steward for ages before that.

And besides, Jopson should have told him about the pirates sooner, so for now Irving is simply going to let the matter lie. ]

Spirits-- [ He practically sighs the word with relief; he's so used to strict rations that he'd not even considered simply drinking his way through this. ] Yes, I suppose that's right... and at quantity as well, I imagine. A rare blessing.

[ You know... for Hell. But, being a sailor, Irving does also like his booze, so, he'll take the win where he can get one.

He fumbles his network device from the pocket of his coat, looking at it briefly; Jopson had given him a brief but efficient rundown on how to work the thing, but Irving hasn't really bothered with trying yet. ]

This technology?

[ Never mind him just casually avoiding having to address the "naughty girls" and "fuck-jail" parts of that advice for now... ]