It was tense, people were sweating bullets.Ras kept cool."we will make it honey"Ras said. His wife looked into his eyes and squeezed his hand. The Traffic controllers in Jamaica had walked out that morning, demanding more money. "Well folks the pilot said, we are over the water, low on fuel and we are beyond the point of no return" "CUBA!" somebody yelled out, lets try to land in Cuba! Ras became uneasy. Last time he was in Cuba, the local authorities were kicking down his hotel room door as he jumped out of the window, down a dark and lonely alley and out of sight. No, said the pilot.By hook or by crook we will make Jamaica! Flight 105, this is tower, over......FLIGHT 105 this is Tower! over.......... Tower this is flight 105, what the ---- is going on?We have been requesting permission to land for over 30 minutes! over....... Do not land!Repeat, Do not land! Tower! We're on fumes now!We're coming in come hell or high water! And with that, the jet dived down, down it came, leveling off just over the green and blue water. The pilot chose that moment to have a heart attack.The co-pilot already out of commission due to some bad fish was no help.