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

<passage>:
terrible predicament plenty of food—and twenty seven beautiful girls for companions. Planet Stories Spring 1945. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that had burst open like a ripe watermelon. He was surprised that he had survived at all. He scratched his head. "I was running from Mars to Jupiter with a load of seed for the colonists." "Oh!" said the girl, biting her lips. "Your co-pilot must be in the wreckage." He shook his head. "No," he reassured her. "I left him on Mars. He had an attack of space sickness. I was all by myself that was the smile on her lips. Jonathan glanced away in embarrassment. He wished that pretty women didn't upset him so. He said nervously, "Where am I? I couldn't have slept all the way to Jupiter." The girl shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know." asteroid." "We?" he looked back at her. "Yes. There are twenty-seven of us. We were on our way to Jupiter, too, only we were going to be wives for the colonists." "I remember," he exclaimed. "Didn't the Jupiter Food-growers Association enlist you girls to go to the colonies?" She nodded her head. "Only twenty-seven of us came through the crash." eyes off him, not for a second. Such attention made him acutely self conscious. She said, "I'm Ann. Ann Clotilde. I was hunting when I saw your space ship. You had been thrown clear. You were lying all in a ship through a meteor field than face twenty-seven young women. They were the only thing in the Spaceways of which he was in awe. Then he The girl shook her head. "We ran out of tobacco the first few months we were here." Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship. "Where are you going?" cried Ann in alarm. He said, "I've got a couple of cartons of cigarettes back at the "No!" She clutched his arm. He was surprised at the strength of her grip. "They'd kill you," she said. "I can sneak back," he insisted stubbornly. "They might loot the ship. I don't want to lose those cigarettes. I was hauling some good burley tobacco seed too. The colonists were going to experiment with it on Ganymede." "No!" "We are going to the camp," she said. Jonathan threw himself down backwards, kicked the girl's feet out from brown eyes wide in surprise. He thought her sarong had been a table cloth at one time in its history. "A man!" she breathed. "By Jupiter and all its little moons, it's a man!" warily. Ann Clotilde cried in anguish: "Don't let him get away!" Jonathan chose the centaurs. He wheeled around, dashed back the way Jonathan was game, but the nine husky amazons pinned him down by sheer weight. They bound him hand and foot. Then four of them picked him up He was a rocket riding daddy from Mars. " He recognized it as a popular song of three years ago. Jonathan had never been so humiliated in his life. He was known in the spaceways from Mercury to Jupiter as a man to leave alone. His nose had been broken three times. A thin white scar crawled down the bronze of his left cheek, relic of a barroom brawl on Venus. He was big, rangy, "You won't try to get away?" said Ann. "No," he replied with as much dignity as he could summon while being held aloft by four barbarous young women. "Let him down," said Ann. "We can catch him, anyway, if he makes a break." he thought he was gone, then Ann grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, hauled him back to safety. He lay gasping on his stomach. They tied a rope around his waist then, and led him the rest of the way to the top At length, the amazons and the centaurs tired of bandying insults back and forth. The centaurs galloped off into the prairie, the girls resumed their march. Jonathan scrambled up hills, skidded down slopes. The brunette was beside him helping him over the rough spots. him of a wounded dinosaur. Three girls were bathing in the stream. He looked away hastily. Someone hailed them from the space ship. "We've caught a man," shrieked one of his captors. A flock of girls streamed out of the wrecked space ship. "Dinner's ready." Her voice was loud, strident. It reminded him of the voices of girls in the honky tonks on Venus. She looked at him appraisingly as if he were a horse she was about to bid on. "Bring him into the ship," she said. "The man must be starved." He was propelled jubilantly into the palatial dining salon of the a captive princess. All the confidence engendered by the familiar settings of the space ship went out of him like wind. He, Jonathan Fawkes, was a castaway on an asteroid inhabited by twenty-seven wild women. bone. "Heaven forbid," he said. "How about coming with me to gather fruit?" cried the green-eyed blonde sleepy child, bore him tenderly up an incline and into a stateroom, where they deposited him on the bed. Ann said to Olga "Help me with these boots." But they resisted every The next day found Jonathan Fawkes hobbling around by the aid of a cane. At the portal of the space ship, he stuck out his head, glanced all around warily. None of the girls were in sight. They had, he presumed, gone about their chores: hunting, fishing, gathering fruits and berries. He emerged all the way and set out for the creek. He hanging around. As long as he was an invalid he was safe, he hoped. He sighed. Not every man could be waited on so solicitously by twenty-seven handsome strapping amazons. He wished he could carry it years before they were rescued. As a last resort, he supposed, he could hide out in the hills or join the centaurs. He rather fancied himself galloping across the plains at the wreck. He resumed his flight, but at a more sober pace. At the spot where he and Ann had first crawled away from the centaurs, wreck of his own. Across its gleaming monaloid hull ran an inscription in silver letters: "INTERSTELLAR COSMOGRAPHY SOCIETY." Two men crawled out of Jonathan's wrecked freighter, glanced in best be getting them aboard." Jonathan's face broke into a grin. He said, "Do any of you know how to "What?" cried the three explorers in one breath. "I'm going to stay," he repeated. "I only came back here after the cigarettes." "But it will be three years before the asteroid's orbit brings it back in the space lanes," said Doctor Boynton. "You don't possibly expect to be picked up before then!" Jonathan shook his head, began to load himself with tools, tobacco I remember correctly, there was quite an epidemic of hermits during the medieval period. It was an esthetic movement. They fled to the wilderness to escape the temptation of women He shook his head. They argued, they cajoled, but Jonathan was adamant. He said, "You might report my accident to Universal. Tell them to stop one of their Jupiter-bound freighters here when the asteroid swings back in the space ways. I'll have a load for them." Inside the ship, Doctor Boynton moved over to a round transparent port hole. "What a strange fellow," he murmured. He was just in time to see the castaway, loaded like a pack mule, disappear in the direction from

<question>:
What was Johnathan's original mission?

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A To find the missing women and take them to Mars so they could marry the colonists.
B To deliver tobacco seeds to the colonists on Mars.
C To deliver tobacco seeds to the colonists on Jupiter.
D To find the missing women and take them to Jupiter so they could marry the colonists.

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C