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

<passage>:
Planet of No-Return The orders were explicit: "Destroy the 'THING' of Venus." But Patrolmen Kerry wrecked, could not follow orders—their weapons were useless on the Water-world. Planet Stories Winter 1942. and I don't like this ship and I don't like the assignment and I don't like those infernal pills "Mister Wood," he said icily, "I was flying a space ship while they to fly a ship, how to cure space bends, how to handle a Zelta ray, or shielded ship, and with no sunlight reaching Venus' surface, you're before we get back to Earth." 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 space warriors. Finally, as a last resort so that he would not be thrown entirely he had dry-rotted there, waiting hopefully for the moment when his active services would be needed again. Interplanetary Squadron because of his inherent skill, even though his formal education had been fairly well neglected. Now, the two of them rode the pounding jets of a DX cruiser, bound for Venus to make a personal survey of its floating islands for the relaxed, his booted foot beating out a dull rhythm to the colorful Venus. Excitement lifted their spirits, brought light to their eyes as Venus is a tricky water planet, wondering—wondering— II Venus was a fluffy cotton ball hanging motionless in bottomless space. Far to the left, Mercury gleamed like a polished diamond in and twisted uneasily over the surface of the planet. the water-planet years before. Then, he had been a young and reckless demarcation between the sunward and sunless sides of the planet. He after all, it's just an which the ship dropped toward the planet. Tendrils of vapor touched the ports, were whipped aside, then were higher. Then, as though it had never been, the sun disappeared, and there was only a gray blankness pressing about the ship. Gone was all sense of movement, and the ship seemed to hover in a gray nothingness. Kerry Blane crouched over the control panel, his hands moving deftly, through sheer instinctive ability, seeming to fly it as though he were ports. The rockets drummed steadily, holding the ship aloft, dropping it slowly toward the planet below. Then the clouds thinned, and, incredibly, were permeated with a dim and glowing light. A second later, and the clouds were gone, and a thousand feet below tumbled and 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. His voice stilled, and he was silent, his eyes drinking in the weird incredible scene below. The ocean was a shifting, white-capped wash of silvery light that gleamed with a bright phosphorescence of a hundred, intermingled, kaleidoscopic colors. And the unreal, unearthly light continued unbroken everywhere, reflected from the low-hanging clouds, reaching to the far horizon, bathing every detail of the planet in a brilliance more bright than moonlight. there is no light on Venus," he exclaimed. "That was one of the reasons Kerry Blane nodded. "That was merely a pretext to keep foolhardy spacemen from losing their lives on the planet. In reality, the ocean is alive with an incredibly tiny marine worm that glows phosphorescently. The light generated from those billions of worms is reflected back from the clouds, makes Venus eternally lighted." They fought in the ocean below, fought in a never-ending splashing of what seemed to be liquid fire. It was like watching a tri-dim screen of a news event, except for the utter lack of sound. in the phosphorescent water like beings from a nightmare, exploding out of their element time and again, only to fall back in a gargantuan spray of fluorescence. jaws agape, wrenched and ripped at the smooth black throat of the other creature. The second creature rippled and undulated in agony, whipping the ocean to foam, then went limp. The victorious monster circled the body of its dead foe, then, majestically, plunged from sight into the ocean's depths. An instant later, the water frothed, as hundreds of lesser marine monsters attacked and fed on the floating corpse. "Brrrr!" Splinter shivered in sudden horror. Kerry Blane chuckled again, swung the cruiser toward the tiny smudge of black on the horizon. Glowing water flashed beneath the ship, seeming to smooth into a gleaming mirror shot with dancing colors. There was no sign of life anywhere. Thirty minutes later, Kerry Blane circled the island that floated free in the phosphorescent ocean. His keen eyes searched the tangled luxuriant growth of the jungle below, searching for some indication that the protoplasmic monster he seeked was there. "There's nothing special to see," Kerry Blane said shortly. "As I understand it, anyway, this chunk of animated appetite hangs around an island shaped like a turtle. However, our orders are to investigate every island, just in case there might be more than one of the monsters." speed within minutes, handling the controls with a familiar dexterity. He said nothing, searched the gleaming ocean for the smudge of blackness that would denote another island. His gaze flicked amusedly, to occupy your time shortly." into a comfortable position, dozed sleepily. Kerry Blane rode the controls for the next three hours, searching the limitless ocean for the few specks of islands that followed the slow currents of the water planet. Always, there was the same misty light surrounding the ship, never dimming, giving a sense of unreality to the scene below. Nowhere was there the slightest sign of life until, in the fourth hour of flight, a tiny dot of blackness came slowly over the horizon's water line. outline of the island, and he whistled softly, off-key, as he nudged the snoring Splinter. "This is it, Sleeping Beauty," he called. "Snap out of it!" "Huh? Whuzzat?" Splinter grunted, rolled to his elbow. "Here's the island." "Could be!" Kerry Blane agreed. He peered through the port, seeking any spot clear enough for a landing field. Except for a strip of open beach, the island was a solid mass of heavy fern-like growth. "Belt yourself," Kerry Blane warned. "If that beach isn't solid, I'll have to lift the ship in a hell of a hurry." cruiser hurtled toward the beach like a gravity-crazed comet. Kerry Blane said absolutely nothing, his breath driven from him by the For one interminable second, he saw the uncanny uprush of the island below. He flicked his gaze about, saw the instant terror that wiped all other expression from his young companion's face. Then the cruiser plowed into the silvery sand. Belts parted like rotten string they were thrown forward with crushing an exquisite wave of pain. He fought back the nausea, gazed about the cabin, realized the ship lay on its side. "Maybe I am," he said ruefully. "No man could live through that crash." clamber through the port. They stood for a moment in silent wonder, staring at the long lazy rollers of milky fluorescence that rolled endlessly toward the beach, then turned to gaze at the great fern-like trees that towered two hundred feet into the air. clouds on Venus. Those guns are utterly useless as weapons!"

<question>:
How did the author illustrate the planet of Venus upon their arrival?

<options>:
A Covered almost entirely in multi-colored water
B Covered in clouds, with an amount of land similar to Earth
C Covered almost entirely in a pitch black ocean
D Barren, empty seabed

<answer>:

A