Not something he’s unaccustomed with, but still never truly prepared for. No one slaps quite like her, there’s a particular kind of force behind that slap. Eyes widened for a second, before the sting radiated up to his eyebrows and a quick flex of the jaw had to make sure nothing was dislocated or the like. Wouldn’t put it past her to have broken something.
“I missed you too Angelica.
You made it off the island apparently.”“Dame una buena razón por la que no debería tirar a la derecha ahora?!” Oh yes. Not only did she barter her way off the island through the trade runners that still passed by, but she managed to round up a crew and a feasible ship and she’s mad as hell. In fact, Angelica is in such a fury upon seeing his face again, she can’t even remember to yell at him in English. Not that it matters.
“—-You.” She shakes her fist and jabs him in the chest with her finger.
And there she went with the Spanish already, as if she expected him to understand a word of it; she really was still mad if she was jumping right into her mother tongue. Jack wasn’t surprised in the least that she was back safely on dry land, he would’ve been utterly shocked if news of her demise because of it had reached him. Last thing he expected when he made port for to restock the supplies of rum was to run into her of all people.
Angelica was fast, but his reflexes were just as good as hers, if not a touch better. His own hand shot up to take the one she just used to poke him with and hold steady. Best restrain at least one of her hands lest she decide to hit him again. Didn’t stop him from grinning just a bit.

“You’re going to have to speak English if you expected a proper answer love.”