Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
and I—" "Splinter" Wood grinned. "Seems to me, Kerry," he remarked humorously, "that you don't like much of anything!" pilots—only more so! And why the hell the chief had to sic you on me, on an exploration trip this important—well, I'll never understand." Splinter rolled his six foot three of lanky body into a more comfortable position on the air-bunk. He yawned tremendously, fumbled a small box from his shirt pocket, and removed a marble-like capsule. "Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" Splinter reached out lazily, plucked the capsules from the air, one by one. Kerry Blane lit one of the five allotted cigarettes of the day. throat, P.D.Q.!" "All right, all right!" Splinter tucked the capsule box back into his pocket, grinned mockingly. "But don't say I didn't warn you. With this "Gracious!" Splinter said in mock horror. They made a strange contrast as they lay in their air bunks. Splinter was fully a head taller than the dour Irishman, and his lanky build gave a false impression of awkwardness. While the vitriolic Kerry Blane Kerry Blane had flown every type of ship that rode in space. In the passing years, he had flight-tested almost every new experimental ship, had flown them with increasing skill, had earned a reputation as a Something died within Kerry Blane's heart that morning, shriveled and passed away, leaving him suddenly shrunken and old. He had become like a rusty old freighter couched between the gleaming bodies of great he had dry-rotted there, waiting hopefully for the moment when his active services would be needed again. It was there that he had met and liked the ungainly Splinter Wood. There was something in the boy that had found a kindred spirit in Kerry Blane's heart, and he had taken the youngster in hand to give him the benefits of experience that had become legendary. Splinter Wood was a probationary pilot, had been admitted to the Interplanetary Squadron because of his inherent skill, even though his formal education had been fairly well neglected. Interplanetary Squadron's Medical Division. "Ten to one we don't get back!" Splinter said pessimistically. Kerry Blane scrubbed out his cigarette, scowled bleakly at the loosened collar. "Of course!" Splinter grinned. Kerry Blane exploded, words spewing volcanically forth. Splinter relaxed, his booted foot beating out a dull rhythm to the colorful language learned through almost fifty years of spacing. And at last, "Seventy-eight what?" Kerry Blane asked sullenly, the old twinkle beginning to light again deep in his eyes. "Seventy-eight new words—and you swore them beautifully!" Splinter beamed. "Some day you can teach them to me." They laughed then, Old Kerry Blane and young Splinter Wood, and the warmth of their friendship was a tangible thing in the small control-room of the cruiser. felt a deadly numbness replace the raging torment that had been his for seconds. He swallowed three capsules automatically, passed into a coma-like sleep, woke hours later to stare clear-eyed into Splinter's concerned face. "Close, wasn't it?" he said weakly, conversationally. "Close enough!" Splinter agreed relievedly. "If you had followed my advice and taken those vitamin capsules, you'd never have had the bends." "What's it really like?" Splinter asked impatiently. Kerry Blane yawned, settled back luxuriously. "I'll tell you later," he said, "I'm going to take a nap and try to ease this bellyache of mine. place to set a ship on." He yawned again, drifted instantly into sleep, relaxing with the ability of a spaceman who sleeps when and if he can. Splinter smiled down at his sleeping partner, then turned back to the quartzite port. He shook his head a bit, remembering the stories he had heard about the Kerry Blane glanced tolerantly at his young companion, felt a nostalgic tug at his heart when he remembered the first time he had approached demarcation between the sunward and sunless sides of the planet. He hummed tunelessly, strangely happy, as he peered ahead. "Val Kenton died there," Splinter whispered softly, "Died to save the lives of three other people!" Kerry Blane nodded. "Yes," he agreed, and his voice changed subtly. Splinters shivered slightly. "Do you think we'll find it?" he asked. Kerry Blane nodded. "I think it will find us after all, it's just an through sheer instinctive ability, seeming to fly it as though he were an integral part of the ship. Splinter Wood watched him with awe in his eyes, seeing for the first time the incredible instinct that had made Kerry Blane the idol of a tossed in a majestic display of ruthless strength an ocean that seemed to be composed of liquid fluorescence. Kerry Blane heard Splinter's instant sigh of unbelief. "Good Lord!" Splinter said, "What—" His voice stilled, and he was silent, his eyes drinking in the weird lesser marine monsters attacked and fed on the floating corpse. "Brrrr!" Splinter shivered in sudden horror. Kerry Blane chuckled dryly. "Feel like going for a swim?" he asked conversationally. Splinter shook his head, watched the scene disappear from view to the rear of the line of flight, then sank back onto his bunk. "Not me!" he said deprecatingly. Splinter buckled on his dis-gun, excitement flaring in his eyes. "Let's do a little exploring?" he said eagerly. Kerry Blane shook his head, swung the cruiser north again. now and then, to the lanky Splinter who scowled moodily and toyed with the dis-gun in his long hands. "Cheer up, lad," Kerry Blane said finally. "I think you'll find plenty to occupy your time shortly." "Maybe?" Splinter said gloomily. He idly swallowed another vitamin capsule, grinned, when he saw Kerry Blane's automatic grimace of distaste. Then he yawned hugely, twisted the snoring Splinter. "Huh? Whuzzat?" Splinter grunted, rolled to his elbow. "Here's the island." Splinter rubbed his hands together, sighed like a boy seeing his first circus. "Listen, for ten minutes of that, I'd ride this chunk of metal for a year!" "Right!" Splinter's fingers were all thumbs in his excitement. Kerry Blane set the controls for a shallow glide, his fingers moving the incredulous Splinter. "By the three tails of a Martian sand-pup, I ought to cram the rest of them down your throat, boxes and all!" Splinter flushed, seemed to be fumbling for words. After a bit, Kerry Blane grinned. "Forget it, lad," he said more kindly, "those things happen. Now, if "Right!" Splinter unscrewed the port cogs, swung the portal back. He swung lithely from the portal, reached down a hand to help the older man. After much puffing and grunting, Kerry Blane managed to Splinter Wood was silent, awed by the beauty and the tremendous size of his hands, held it out wordlessly. "The crash must have broken something," Kerry Blane said slowly. Splinter shook his head. "There's only one moving part," he said, "and

<question>:
What was the overall relationship like between Splinter and Kerry?

<options>:
A Splinter is a new space cadet with a chip on his shoulder, and Kerry can’t stand to be with him
B Kerry is an elder family member to Splinter
C Splinter despises being assigned an old space companion like Kerry so he picks fights with him
D Kerry is a veteran space traveller who took Splinter under his wing

<answer>:

D