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

<passage>:
THRALLS of the ENDLESS NIGHT By LEIGH BRACKETT The Ship held an ancient secret that meant life to the dying cast-aways of the void. child. She added sharply, "Besides, that's fool's talk, Jakk Randl's talk, and only gets the sucking-plant." "Who's to hear it?" Kirk raised his heavy overlids and let his pupils a thumb of them, full of Engineers who said how the furrows should be ones fought over a bone with no meat on it, rolling and snapping on the Highest and nearest, right under the titanic shape lifting jagged against the icy stars from the crest of the ridge. The Ship. Kirk's voice was soft in his thick throat. "I would like to kill them," he said. "I would like to kill them all." "Yah!" cried a shrill voice over his shoulder. "All but the Captain's yellow daughter!" Kirk stopped. "Aw, I wasn't going to hurt her. She has to be so smart!" He leaned forward to glare at Lil. "And I would so kill the Captain's tight, quivering to move. "Besides," she demanded, "what have the Officers and the Engineers ever done to you that you should want to kill them—all but the Captain's yellow daughter?" Kirk's big heavy chest swelled. "Ma," he said, "you make that brat shut up or I'll whale her, anyhow." His anger forced out the forbidden words. "Where everybody says, stupid! Into the Ship." There was suddenly a lot of silence in the room. The word "Ship" hung the door and back to her son. "Don't you say things like that, Wes! You don't know." "It's what everybody says. Why else would they guard the Ship the way they do? We can't even get near the outside of it." Lil tossed her head. "Well neither do they." "Not when we can see 'em, no. Of course not. But how do we know they haven't got ways of getting into the Ship that don't show from the plain? Jakk says a lot goes on that we don't know about." He got up, forcing his belief at them with his big square hands. "There must be something in the Ship that they don't want us to have. Something valuable, something they want to keep for themselves. What else could it be but heat-stones and maybe dried meat?" "We don't know, Wes! The Ship is—well, we shouldn't talk about it. And the Officers wouldn't do that. If they wanted us killed off they'd let the Piruts in on us, or the shags, and let 'em finish us quick. Freezing and starving would take too long. There'd be too many of us if we found out, or got mad." Piruts in on us, how could they stop 'em before they killed everybody, including the Officers? As for slow death—well, they think we're dumb. They've kept us away from the Ship ever since the Crash , and nobody "There aren't enough heat-stones to go around any more. Why should they Kirk pointed. "From the west. Piruts, I think." wind, stamping and shivering, their head-hair and scant fur clouts bitter force, always probing. He wasn't much older than Kirk. Kirk looked up the hill. Officers were running from the huts below the gaunt, dead Ship. They didn't look so different from the Hans, only they were built a little taller and lighter, less bowed and bunchy in the shoulders, quicker on their feet. "I saw her," said Randl hoarsely. "She was carrying heat-stones into the Ship." Kirk's pupils shrank to points no warmer nor softer than the tip of his The captain's yellow daughter, taking life into the Ship. It was a big raid. Kirk saw that when he scrambled up out of the last gully, half-carrying the wheezing Randl. The Piruts had come up the They were using shags again. They drove the lumbering beasts on into to fight the Piruts, no matter what you thought about the Officers. You had to keep them from getting onto the plain. He wondered about Pa. Hunting shags in the outer gullies was mean work any time, but when the Piruts were raiding.... A big raid. More Piruts than he'd ever seen before. He wondered why. He wondered how so many of them had been able to get so close to the rusty metal things crouching behind them, but they weren't any good for mostly with shags, that the Piruts were coming right over the wall. Kirk's nose wrinkled at the smell of blood. He avoided the biggest puddles and found a place to stand between the dead. big pile that was kept there and hurling them at the Piruts. They made a singing noise in the air, and they didn't stop going when they hit. They were heavy for their size, very heavy, with sharp edges. Randl said, "Something funny, Wes. Too many Piruts. They couldn't risk 'em on an ordinary raid." Kirk grunted. A Pirut with red hair standing straight in the wind came downstroke of his loaded sap, and kicked the body out of the way. He said, "Wonder how they got so close, so fast?" "Some trick." Randl laughed suddenly. "Funny their wanting the Ship as much as you and I do." "Think they could know what's in it?" Randl's narrow shoulders twitched. "Near as we know, their legend is the same as ours. Something holy in the Ship, sacred and tabu. Only difference is they want to get it for themselves, and we want to keep it." He coughed and spat in sudden angry disgust. "And we've swallowed that stuff. We've let the Officers hoard heat and food so they can live The Piruts began to slack off. Stones still whistled past Kirk's He stopped. Kirk put a stone accurately through the back of a Pirut's He said, "Jakk, I'll get the sawbones...." I want to go on living anyway?" "It's up to you, Wes. You're the only one that really knows about the Ship. You'll do better than I would, anyhow. You're a fighter. You carry it on, so the Hans can live. Promise." Kirk nodded. He couldn't say anything. The heat was dying in Randl's eyes. below, rolling the dead Piruts and the shags down into the deep gullies for the scavenger rats and the living shags who didn't mind turning cannibal. anything as hard. The Piruts didn't kill them. They were responsible, "We saw them coming up the tongue of rock. The Piruts were behind them, tried to find a way. But there wasn't any way but the ladder, and that was what the Piruts wanted. That's why they made them come." too long as it was, hoping. The Piruts nearly broke through. Try to that came out by itself and wouldn't be stopped. "I'll understand about Pa, and the Ship with the heat-stones in it, and the Captain's yellow daughter getting fat and warm while my sisters freeze and go hungry. I'll understand, and I'll make everybody else understand, too!" saying?" "You bet I know!" "That's mutiny. For God's sake, don't make things worse!" "Worse for us, or for you?" Kirk was shouting, holding his head up in the wind. "Listen, you men! Do you know what the Officers are doing up there in the Ship they won't let us touch?" There was an uneasy stirring among the Hans, a slipping aside of luminous black eyes. The Officer shut his jaw tight. He stepped in "Rot, is it? Jakk Randl knew. He saw with his own eyes and he told me while he was dying. The Captain's yellow daughter, sneaking heat-stones into...."

<question>:
What do the Piruts want with the Ship?

<options>:
A To overtake it with the Hans
B The same thing the Hans want with it
C To kidnap the yellow daughter from it
D They are not interested in the Ship, only raiding the Hans

<answer>:

B