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

<passage>:
you keep eating and I—" "Splinter" Wood grinned. "Seems to me, Kerry," he remarked humorously, "that you don't like much of anything!" on an exploration trip this important—well, I'll never understand." Splinter rolled his six foot three of lanky body into a more comfortable position on the air-bunk. He yawned tremendously, fumbled a small box from his shirt pocket, and removed a marble-like capsule. "Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" Splinter reached out lazily, plucked the capsules from the air, one by one. you want, but you leave me alone—or I'll stuff your head down your throat, P.D.Q.!" "All right, all right!" Splinter tucked the capsule box back into his pocket, grinned mockingly. "But don't say I didn't warn you. With this They made a strange contrast as they lay in their air bunks. Splinter was fully a head taller than the dour Irishman, and his lanky build he had dry-rotted there, waiting hopefully for the moment when his active services would be needed again. It was there that he had met and liked the ungainly Splinter Wood. There was something in the boy that had found a kindred spirit in Kerry Blane's heart, and he had taken the youngster in hand to give him the benefits of experience that had become legendary. Splinter Wood was a probationary pilot, had been admitted to the Interplanetary Squadron because of his inherent skill, even though his formal education had been fairly well neglected. incoherently for a moment, red tiding cholerically upward from his loosened collar. "Of course!" Splinter grinned. Kerry Blane exploded, words spewing volcanically forth. Splinter felt a deadly numbness replace the raging torment that had been his for seconds. He swallowed three capsules automatically, passed into a coma-like sleep, woke hours later to stare clear-eyed into Splinter's concerned face. "Close, wasn't it?" he said weakly, conversationally. "All right—and thanks!" "Forget it!" Splinter flushed in quick embarrassment. He yawned again, drifted instantly into sleep, relaxing with the ability of a spaceman who sleeps when and if he can. Splinter smiled down at his sleeping partner, then turned back to the quartzite port. He shook his head a bit, remembering the stories he had heard about the Splinter Wood watched breathlessly from the vision port, his long face eager and reckless, his eyes seeking to pierce the clouds that roiled and twisted uneasily over the surface of the planet. Splinters shivered slightly. "Do you think we'll find it?" he asked. Kerry Blane nodded. "I think it will find us after all, it's just an through sheer instinctive ability, seeming to fly it as though he were an integral part of the ship. Splinter Wood watched him with awe in his eyes, seeing for the first time the incredible instinct that had made Kerry Blane the idol of a billion people. He relaxed visibly, all instinctive fear allayed by the "Good Lord!" Splinter said, "What—" His voice stilled, and he was silent, his eyes drinking in the weird incredible scene below. conversationally. Splinter shook his head, watched the scene disappear from view to the rear of the line of flight, then sank back onto his bunk. "Not me!" he said deprecatingly. Splinter buckled on his dis-gun, excitement flaring in his eyes. "Let's do a little exploring?" he said eagerly. He said nothing, searched the gleaming ocean for the smudge of blackness that would denote another island. His gaze flicked amusedly, now and then, to the lanky Splinter who scowled moodily and toyed with the dis-gun in his long hands. "Maybe?" Splinter said gloomily. He idly swallowed another vitamin capsule, grinned, when he saw Kerry Blane's automatic grimace of distaste. Then he yawned hugely, twisted 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. "Oh!" Splinter swung his feet from the bunk, peered from the vision port, sleepiness instantly erased from his face. "Hot damn!" he chortled. "Now we'll see a little action!" "Don't get your hopes too high, lad," he counseled. "With those super Zelta guns, it won't take ten minutes to wipe out that monster." Splinter rubbed his hands together, sighed like a boy seeing his first circus. "Listen, for ten minutes of that, I'd ride this chunk of metal for a year!" "Belt yourself," Kerry Blane warned. "If that beach isn't solid, I'll have to lift the ship in a hell of a hurry." "Right!" Splinter's fingers were all thumbs in his excitement. into the bloody features of the man bending over him. "What happened?" he gasped. Splinter Wood laughed, almost hysterically, mopped at his forehead with a wet handkerchief. "I thought you were dead!" he said simply. cabin, realized the ship lay on its side. "Maybe I am," he said ruefully. "No man could live through that crash." Splinter moved away, sat down tiredly on the edge of a bunk. He shook his head dazedly, inspected the long cut on his leg. "We seem to have done it," he said dully. be rewired, but nothing else seems to be damaged so that repairs are needed." Splinter looked up from his task of bandaging his leg. "What caused the crash?" he asked. "One minute, everything was all right the next, "One of them broke and shorted out the control board." He scowled at the incredulous Splinter. "By the three tails of a Martian sand-pup, I ought to cram the rest of them down your throat, boxes and all!" Splinter flushed, seemed to be fumbling for words. After a bit, Kerry Blane grinned. "Forget it, lad," he said more kindly, "those things happen. Now, if Splinter nodded, opened the medical locker, worked with tape and splints for minutes. Great beads of perspiration stood out in high relief on Kerry Blane's forehead, but he made no sound. At last, "Right!" Splinter unscrewed the port cogs, swung the portal back. He swung lithely from the portal, reached down a hand to help the Splinter Wood was silent, awed by the beauty and the tremendous size of the growths on the water world. Splinter nodded, dropped into the open port. A moment later, he flipped a rope ladder outside, where it dangled to the ground, then climbed out strong in the lesser gravity. He stood, leaning against the ship, watching as Splinter picked up the first gun and leveled it at a gigantic tree. Splinter sighted carefully, winked at the older man, then pressed the firing stud. Nothing happened out-stretched toward the defective weapon. Splinter gaped at the gun in his hands, held it out wordlessly. "The crash must have broken something," Kerry Blane said slowly. Splinter shook his head. "There's only one moving part," he said, "and that's the force gate on the firing stud." "Try the other," Kerry Blane said slowly. "Okay!" Splinter lifted the second gun, pressed the stud, gazed white-faced at his companion. "It won't work, either," he said stupidly. "I don't get it? The source

<question>:
Why did Kerry come out of retirement for the mission?

<options>:
A He wanted to feel like his old self again
B He was strictly following orders
C He didn’t care whether he lived or died
D He thought that Splinter would screw it up alone

<answer>:

A