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

<passage>:
"Why not now? There's nothing to keep us here." They packed their meager belongings while Dick finished his meal the unscrupulous United Ores Corporation. It was a problem worthy of a Solomon—and it had an ending even those embittered and only one could win. One had to outsmart the other—and both had to win over the "There would have to be insects," Pop said. "There could be no fruitful dim heights. Vast cradles by the Sound were the nests to which a flock of interplanetary craft made homeward flight. Luggers and barges and Their ship! Bobby felt an eager quickening of his pulse his stomach was aswarm with a host of butterflies. Their ship! The space officer said, "I think that takes care of everything, Dr. Moseley. I presume you understand the land-grant laws and obligations?" his left arm, helped his mother aboard, said, "Shut up, kid, you're jets burnin'. Take a seven-point-nineteen readin' on y'r Akka gauge, stern rockets only—" "Comets to you, butt-hoister!" grinned Dick. "I've had eight years on jaloupi-jockeys do to my cradles—burn 'em black! Oh, well—" He backed away from the ship. "Just old enough," promised Dick, "to get your seat warmed if you don't do what you're told. Remember, you're a sailor on a spaceship now. mutiny, and—" "A galley, Mom. Below." "Galley ... kitchen ... what's the difference? You two girls come with me. I'll warrant these men are starving. I , Bobby had conceived void-travel to be one long, momentous chain of adventure. A super-thrilling serial, punctuated by interludes with space-pirates, narrow brushes with meteors, sabotage, treachery—hair-raising, heroic and horrifying. There was nothing like that to disturb the calm and peaceful journey of with impudent shrewdness—were so much wasted energy, since they were settling in a place where nobody could see them. And Mom bustled about in the galley, performing miracles with flour and stuff, and in the recreation room, Eleanor minded The Pooch, and lost innumerable games of cribbage to Grampaw Moseley who cheated outrageously and groused, between hands, about the dad-blame nonsensical way Dick was handling the ship. And somehow three Earth days sped by, and they were nearing their Earth." "Don't I know it? It's almost a hundred million at perihelion. But that's not the lucky part. You sure had to pull strings to get the government land grant to Eros. What a plum! Atmosphere ... water ... Frankly, I don't get it! Eros must have terrific mass to have the attributes of a full-sized planet." gone away and forgotten. Silver and green and rusty brown, all still faintly blued by distance. The warm rays of old Sol reflected gaily, giddily, from seas that covered half the planetoid's surface, and Only it wasn't. Nor did they have any warning that the problem was more complex until it was too late to change their plans, too late to halt the irrevocable movements of a grounding spaceship. Dick should have he had served two tricks on the Earth-Venus-Mars run. But all those planets were large Eros was just a mote. A spinning top.... Anyway, it was after the final coordinates had been plotted, the last bank control unchangeably set, the rockets cut, that they saw the "The night-line. We forgot to consider the diurnal revolution." "And now we've got to land in the dark. On strange terrain. Arragh! I should have my head examined. I've got a plugged tube somewhere!" under its compulsion. Dusk swept down upon them, the sunlight dulled, faded, grayed. Then as the ship nosed downward, suddenly all was black. beneath the door leading from the control turret to the prow-chambers of the ship, came a dark trickle that spread and puddled and stained and gurgled. Water! Dick cried, "Hey, this is bad! We'd better get out of here—" hypatomics droned through the cabin, gears ground and clashed as the motors caught, something forward exploded dully, distantly. The ship fore-rockets. Again, and yet again. And on the fourth essay, there ran through the ship a violent shudder, broken metal grated shrilly from forward, and the water began bubbling and churning through the crack. Deeper and swifter. Dick cut motors and "We can't get loose. The entire nose must be stove in! We're leaking like a sieve. Look, everybody—get into your bulgers. We'll get out through the airlock!" Mom cried, "But—but our supplies, Dick! What are we going to do for food, clothing, furniture—?" "We'll worry about that later. Right now we've got to think of That's right. There's room for you and The Pooch—" The water was almost ankle deep in the control room by the time they had all donned spacesuits. Bloated figures in fabricoid bulgers, thing you read stories about. Escape from a flooding ship.... They had time—or took time—to gather together a few precious belongings. Eleanor packed a carrier with baby food for The Pooch, Mom a bundle of provisions hastily swept from the galley bins Pop remembered the medical kit and the tool-box, Grampaw was laden down with blankets and clothing, Dick burdened himself and Bobby with armloads of such things as he saw and forevisioned need for. , they fled. The airlock was small. There was room for but one at a time. The water was waist—no, breast-deep—by the time all were gone save Bobby and Dick. Bobby, whose imagination had already assigned him the command of the foundering ship, wanted to uphold the ancient traditions by being The night did not last long. But Pop had told them it would not. After 1931, though, the planetoid fled from Earth. It was not until 1975, the period of its next approach, that the Ronaldson-Chenwith expedition visited it and determined the old presumption to be correct." "Not at all. It was investigated early in the days of spaceflight. those syntho eggs tasted like nothing under the sun except just plain, awful syntho eggs. Four Eros days—the equivalent of forty-two Earth hours or so—had passed since their crash landing. In that short time, much had been done to make their beach camp-site comfortable. All members of the head. "It looks worse every time I go back. I may not be able to get in the airlock again if the ship keeps on settling. The whole prow split wide open when we hit, the ship is full of water. The flour and sugar and things like that are ruined. I managed to get a few more things out, though. Some tools, guns, wire—stuff like that." "How about the hypatomic?" "Let him eat, Rob," said Mom. "He's hungry." ship, we'll need power. And atomic power is the only kind we can get in this wilderness." And he shook his head. "But we can't do it in a day or a week. It will take time." "Time," said Pop easily, "is the one commodity with which we are over-supplied." He thought for a minute. "If that's the way it is, we

<question>:
What is the main reason the family was so worried about losing their supplies when abandoning the spaceship?

<options>:
A Nothing on Eros is usable or edible, so the family desperately needed their supplies.
B The environment on Eros is hostile and deadly without outside supplies.
C They were unsure that they would have the necessary resources to survive the first few days on Eros.
D So much money had been wasted in ruined supplies when the spaceship sunk.

<answer>:

C