In memory of your kindness, I will turn myself into a beautiful island, where you and your children can live until the sun sinks in the sea.” As the crocodile died, he grew and grew, and his rigid back became the mountains and his scales the hills of Timor. Now when the people of East Timor swim in the ocean, they enter the water saying “Don’t eat me crocodile, I am your relative”.(http://visiteasttimor.com/legend-history-timor-leste/)