It would make every sense in the world, or at least Jack's world, had he been exiled, considering the brand that was stuck with him on his right arm. So long as they weren't extinct, he could live with exile...and having people like William and Rinoa would help.
Jack found himself leaning forward a tad in his interest to hear her answer, wondering if their separation was from her arrival here or something else. As she didn't offer anything more on the subject of Squall, he didn't pry. His eyes ducked down to the table and he laughed at the notion of loving Elizabeth. He thought of the kiss that more or less sealed his death (to play off a pun). "No, I did not love Elizabeth, she's married to Mister Turner now." He perhaps lusted after her, was curious as she pointed out, but...no more. "Scarlet and Giselle think I love them, but I...I love the sea. And rum!" Which conveniently arrived at that moment, allowing him to busy himself with drink. Even during his trysts with Tia Dalma, it could not be said that he'd fallen in love with the former Goddess.