Ashlyn fiddled with her quill as she finished making her own application to join the crew that she herself was building. For the magic on the pages to work, every crewmember needed to make one. The pages had a binding spell on them, the applications would be tied together after the crew was complete, the pages would melt into the crew member’s hands, leaving a tattoo like mark on their skin. She glanced down at the application again. Reaching over she gripped the glass of water that a bar wench sat down for her. The soon to be captain looked up and gave the girl a once over. “Thankya,” She spoke before her eyes watched the wench retreat back into the main part of the tavern. Picking up the salt shaker, the siren sprinkled a large amount of the white substance into its depths. As the salt shaker clinked back onto the table, she picked the water up and chugged it in two large gulps, her pupils slitted for a moment before bouncing back to their more human appearance. She hated waiting. She truly did. She glanced around the room, taking in the darkness of it. It reeked of secrets, just the way she liked it. A smirk curved over her lips. Her eyes went to peer out of the curtained archway towards th main part of the tavern, http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/set-sail-to-the-seven.28566/ wondering if she'd see anyone coming her way, application in hand.