Gharn is woken by the shouts of "Stowaways!"
He jerks away from his position under several tarpaulins, placed in over a large amount of cargo in the hold to keep it dry. The young Werebeast rubs his eyes sleepily and sits up, his head making a obvious motion in the tarp.
"Look dere! Anuvva one! C'mon lads! Dis one won' get away!" shouts a sailor as he sees the shift in the tarp
Several sailors rush to the piles of tarps and yank them off. Gharn squints and shields his eyes from the light as he yawns.
"Well, well, well, O've we got 'ere?!" shouts the rough looking man. 
"Go away human." grumbles Gharn as he fixes the men with a glare from startling blue eyes.
"Ohhh! Dis'un finks hisself 'igh and mighty eh! We'll show him! C'mon lads! The cap'n don't need 'im conscious!"
The man yanks a short club from his belt and leaps towards Gharn, grinning and yelling as the other men make haste to follow his example.

Gharn growls and seems to swell in size. His ribcage cracks and expands, his arms grow longer as his shoulders broaden. His jaw malforms and thick yellow fur sprouts all over his body. His fingernails shift to claws and his jaw cracks as his teeth change shape into wicked canines. His spine lengthens as he sprouts a tail and his legs shift with a teeth-grinding noise into those of a giant cat.

The man's club bounces harmlessly off of Gharn's forearm as he blocks the blow casually. The other men take several sharp steps back as the club-owner wets himself in fear, the giant were-lion towering over him, growling in annoyance.
"I SAID. LEAVE. ME. ALONE."
"Y-y-yer trespassin'! Y'ain't s'posed to be down 'ere wifout payin'" the man squeaks. His ability to speak up to the terrifying creature before him shows his courage as he does his best not to mess his pants any further.

Gharn pauses to consider the statement and nods once. "I mean not dis-ree-spekt. I leave now. Not bother you again."
He calmly strides past the man who faints on the spot. One of the bravest crew members grabs Gharn's arm as he passes
"Hold it! You'z gotta com wif us!" his voice trembles but his grip is firm. Gharn slowly turns his head to the man and backhands him, sending him into a stack of barrels. "No human. I not go with you. Better things have I to do." he calmly walks out of the lowest deck, up towards the light of the sun. As his head rises from the hatch leading to the lower decks the crewmembers stop and stare at him in shock. He nods once to a few of them and calmly walks down the ramp to the docks and into the city. 

Once out of sight of the ship he changes back to human form and walks along the cobbles, taking in the amazing sights of the city he's never seen before. "So this is civilization" he mutters to himself, pondering a display of clocks in a shop window. "Odd. Humans very odd."
He hears some jolly sounding hornpipe music from the nearby tavern and thinks to himself "Boneflutes! It has been too long since I heard their music!" and walks into the tavern. The sight of a young man, half-naked and tattooed, wearing leather breeches and a giant sword on his back seems to attract some attention...