[Crocodile noted the newcomers with vague disinterest, casually puffing away at a cigar as he looked the vessel over a nearby hill. There was no harm in being neighborly, at least. If for nothing else than to let them know that they should mind their actions.

He plodded over slowly, stopping near the landing and studying each person who disembarked. His eyes dipped down for a moment when he saw Azula, a small smirk of amusement crossing his face.]

Bit small for a sailor. My congratulations for not getting blown off a deck by now.

Here I was hoping we were the only ones who landed on this island.