If I never see your blighted face again, it will be too soon. Sal told me all about the "extra" shipments. And don't think I haven't noticed your finger on the scales in our dealings.
I'm giving you a warning as a courtesy. Sal likes you, and he'd mope for weeks if he saw you drawn and flayed. Next port we dock at, you've got one chance to jump ship. If I catch you, you're dead. If I see you before, during, or after, you're dead. Don't tempt me.
Your adoring sister,