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

<passage>:
We picked up our new cook on Phobos. Not Phoebus or Phoebe Leo down on Phobos' tiny cradle-field and bundled our ailing grub-hurler off to a hospital, and the skipper said to me, "Mister Dugan," he said, "go out and find us a cook!" "Aye, sir!" I said, and went. nobody-knew-where. And, of course, cooks are dime-a-dozen when you The skipper scowled at me from under a corduroy brow and fumed, "But we've got to have a cook, Dugan! We can't go on without one!" I might be able to boil a few pies, or scramble us a steak or something, Skipper." "Thanks, Dugan, but that won't do. On this trip the men must be fed regularly and well. Makeshift meals are O.Q. on an ordinary run, but I had caught his slip of the tongue. "Yes. You might as well know, Lieutenant. Everyone will be told as soon find a cook, or—" "The search," interrupted an oddly high-pitched, but not unpleasant here to be your new cook." don't look like much of a skipper to me the skipper was still struggling for words: "You," I said to the little "Would I be here," he countered, "if I weren't?" of a skipper, eh? Well, my fine young rooster—" I said quickly, "If you don't mind, sir, this is no time to worry over trifles. 'Any port in a storm,' you know. And if this young man cook—" The skipper's color subsided. So did he, grumbling. "Well, perhaps skipper's roar he glanced up at us eagerly. "Vesta!" he piped in that curiously high-pitched and mellow voice. "Loft trajectory for Vesta! Then we're trying to run the Alliance blockade, Captain?" outrage. "Get below instantly, or by the lavendar lakes of Luna I'll—" "If I were you," interrupted our diminutive new chef thoughtfully, "I'd try to broach the blockade off Iris rather than Vesta. For one thing, their patrol line will be thinner there for another, you can come in "You must learn not to speak out of turn, youngster," I told him by way of Iris." And I left, banging the door behind me hard. So we hit the spaceways for Vesta, and after a while the Old Man called up the crew and told them our destination, and if you think they were scared or nervous or anything like that, why, you just don't know John Wainwright, our First Officer, licked his chops like a fox in a hen-house and said, "The blockade! Oboyoboy! Maybe we'll tangle with one of the Alliance ships, hey?" Only one member of the crew was absent from the conclave. Our new Slops. He was busy preparing midday mess, it seems, because scarcely had the skipper finished talking than the audio hummed and a cheerful had not exaggerated when he called himself one of the best cooks in He rang the bell that summoned Slops from the galley, and the little "Not only all right, Slops," wheezed Captain O'Hara, "but perfect! "Captain Slops" blushed like a stereo-struck school-gal, and fidgeted The skipper's brow creased. "I'm sorry, Slops," he said, "but I don't see how we can do anything about that. Not just now, at any rate. That job requires equipment we don't have aboard. After this jump is over I'll see what I can do." Our little chef's face fell. "Now, that's too bad," he said roast marsh-duck and all the fixings, pinberry pie—but, oh, well!—if I have no incinerator—" The skipper's eyes bulged, and he drooled like a pup at a barbeque. He was a bit of a sybarite, was Captain David O'Hara if there was "Speaking of being careful, did you hear the giggler about the old maid by accident, into the men's shower room and met up with a brawny young Captain Slops said, "Er—excuse me, Lieutenant, but I have to get this old maid got flustered and said, 'Oh, I'm sorry! I must be in the wrong "If you don't mind, Mr. Dugan," interrupted the cook loudly, "I'm So there was one for the log-book! Not only did our emergency chef lack she was then considered a reasonably fast little patroller, muddled along at a mere 400,000 m.p.h. Which meant it would take us at least ten days, perhaps more, to reach that disputed region of space around Captain Slops was responsible for both. only an asker he was a teller, as well. More than once during the next nine days he forced on the skipper the same gratuitous advice which "It's a mistake to broach the blockade at Vesta," he argued over and over again. "O.Q., Slops," the skipper would nod agreeably, with his mouth full of some temper-softening tidbit, "you're right and I'm wrong, as you usually are. But I'm in command of the that morning well, because I was in the mess-hall having breakfast with "And for that," chuckled the Old Man, "Hooray! Pass them pancakes, son. Maybe now you'll stop shooting off about how we ought to of gone by way of Iris. Mmmm! Good!" "Thank you, sir," said Slops mechanically. "But you realize there is extreme danger of encountering enemy ships?" "Eh?" The chef looked startled. "Beg pardon, sir?" with an Alliance craft, it'll be just too bad for them! sailing all the way to Callisto." "But—but if there should be more than one, sir?" "Don't be ridiculous, my boy. Why should there be?" ekalastron deposits were recently discovered on Vesta. For another, The skipper choked, spluttered, and disgorged a bite of half-masticated the ekalastron deposits?" "Why—why, because—" said Slops. "Because—" that instead of just yipping and yapping about how via Iris was a nicer route I'd have listened to you! As it is, we're blasting smack-dab into the face of danger. And us on the most vital mission of the whole ding-busted war!" Wainwright on the bridge. "Johnny—that you? Listen, change traj quick! Set a new course through the Belt by way of Iris and the Bog, and hurry up, because—" What reason he planned to give I do not know, for he never finished Bramble were in the turret, and they were both good sailors. They knew been assaulted, the ship bucked and slithered again, this time with the immediate destruction!" From the bridge, topside, snarled Johnny Wainwright, "The hell with 'em, Skipper! Let's fight it out!" And elsewhere on the Leo angry It was then that Andy Laney, who had lingered in the galley doorway now he was right on this other score. The skipper got it, too. His jaw dropped. He said, "Heaven help us, it's the truth! To reach Jupiter you've got to pass Callisto. If the Callistans saw a Federation vessel, they'd send out an emissary to I think he would have turned, then, and given orders to continue the Already our lock had opened to the attackers

<question>:
What would've happened if the new cook had told the Skipper about the ekalastron deposits earlier?

<options>:
A The text doesn't indicate how the Skipper would've acted in a different scenario.
B The Skipper still would've ignored the new cook's advice.
C The Skipper would have mulled over the information for a few days before deciding to switch their course from Vesta to Iris.
D The Skipper's would have set course for Iris from the beginning.

<answer>:

D