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

<passage>:
CAPTAIN CHAOS a cook. What it got was a piping-voiced Jonah who jinxed it straight into Chaos. We picked up our new cook on Phobos. Not Phoebus or Phoebe I mean Phobos, Mars' inner moon. Our regular victual mangler came down with acute indigestion—tasted some of his own cooking, no doubt—when we 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. at war with the Outer Planets, and no man in his right senses wanted to sign for a single-trip jump on a rickety old patrolship bound for So I went back to the ship. I said, "Sorry, sir. We're up against it. I 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!" "In a pinch," I told him, " 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 "If," Cap O'Hara reminded me, "we succeed. But it's a tough job. We find a cook, or—" voice, "is over. Where's the galley?" "you don't look like much of a cook to The captain's grin faded, and his jowls turned pink. I stepped forward "Would I be here," he countered, "if I weren't?" cook—" The skipper's color subsided. So did he, grumbling. "Well, perhaps blockade, Captain?" "If I were you," interrupted our diminutive new chef thoughtfully, "I'd their patrol line will be thinner there for another, you can come in through the Meteor Bog, using it as a cover." " Mr. Dugan! "You must learn not to speak out of turn, youngster," I told him sternly. "The Old Man's one of the smartest space navigators who ever "But I was raised in the Belt," said the little chap plaintively. "I know the Bog like a book. And I was right our safest course is you take care of the cooking and let the rest of us worry about the ship—Captain Slops!" And I left, banging the door behind me hard. So we hit the spaceways for Vesta, and after a while the Old Man called 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?" had the skipper finished talking than the audio hummed and a cheerful call rose from the galley: Which we did. And whatever failings "Captain Slops" might have, he had not exaggerated when he called himself one of the best cooks in Beyond a doubt it was the finest feast we of the He rang the bell that summoned Slops from the galley, and the little "Not only all right, Slops," wheezed Captain O'Hara, "but perfect! Accept my congratulations on a superb meal, my boy. Did you find everything O.Q. in the galley?" "Captain Slops" blushed like a stereo-struck school-gal, and fidgeted "Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you very much. Yes, the galley was in fine tip-top chef, what?" Our little chef's face fell. "Now, that's too bad," he said He was a bit of a sybarite, was Captain David O'Hara it passed quickly, and Captain Slops' soft voice was smooth as silk reminded me of an apprentice gunner coddling his first charge. "Well, don't dump your cans when there are any ships within range," I warned him glumly, "or there'll be a mess of human scraps littering up "Yes, sir," said Slops meekly. "I'll be careful how I use it, sir." Captain Slops said, "Er—excuse me, Lieutenant, but I have to get this "I—I've got to go now, Lieutenant," shouted Slops. "Just remembered something I've got to get from stores." And without even waiting to hear the wallop at the end of my tale he fled from the galley, very pink and flustered. 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 began. That period of jetting was a mingled joy and pain in the britches. Captain Slops was responsible for both. For one thing, as I've hinted before, he was a bit of a panty-waist. But it was Slops' general attitude that isolated him from the command Nor was hypersensitiveness Slops' worst failing. If he was squeamish 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 title I had tagged him with: "Captain Slops." I was willing to give him another title, too—Captain Chaos. God knows "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 Cap O'Hara, and Slops was playing another variation on the old familiar "Thank you, sir," said Slops mechanically. "But you realize there is extreme danger of encountering enemy ships?" "Keep your pants on, Slops!" "Eh?" The chef looked startled. "Beg pardon, sir?" 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?" "Well, for one thing," wrangled our pint-sized cook, "because rich The skipper choked, spluttered, and disgorged a bite of half-masticated lion now, his breakfast completely forgotten. "Give me a sensible 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—" on a freshly-waxed floor. The motion needed no explanation it was unmistakeable to any spacer who has ever hopped the blue. Our ship had Bramble were in the turret, and they were both good sailors. They knew their duties and how to perform them. An instant after the Leo had been assaulted, the ship bucked and slithered again, this time with the a jumble of voices. A call for Captain O'Hara to "Come to the bridge, groooom! from the fore-gunnery port as a crew went into action ... a ! Calling the captain of the Leo answering. What do you want?" "Stand by to admit a boarding party, Captain. It is futile to resist. You are surrounded by six armed craft, and your vessel is locked in our tensiles. Any further effort to make combat will bring about your It was then that Andy Laney, who had lingered in the galley doorway 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

<question>:
What would have most likely happened if the captain followed the cook's advice?

<options>:
A The ship would not have tried to run the blockade
B The ship would have landed safely on Iris
C The ship would not have been caught in a tractor beam
D The ship would have avoided the bog

<answer>:

C