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

<passage>:
Jinx Ship To The Rescue By ALFRED COPPEL, JR. Stand by for T.R.S. Aphrodite viscous mud of Venusport Base and surveyed his new command with a for two-thirds of the 720-hour day had stopped at last, but now a miasmic fog was rising from the surrounding swampland, rolling across the mushy landing ramp toward the grounded spaceship. Visibility was dropping fast, and soon porto-sonar sets would have to be used to find the way about the surface Base. It was an ordinary day on Venus. Aphrodite unhappily into the thick air above the two men as they reached the agreement. "That's our Lover-Girl ... old Aphrodisiac herself. The ship Aphrodite's Aphrodite . She generally sent them Earthside with nervous breakdowns in half that time. "Tell me, Captain," continued Cob curiously, "how does it happen danger...." Aphrodite's Aphrodite surge-circuit set-up for interstellar flight. At least that was the Aphrodite's , and the prototype ... old Aphrodisiac. The Aphrodite's starboard tubes blew, causing her to spend her store of vicious energy spinning like a Fourth of July pinwheel under tangled, pulpy mess within her pressure hull. The Aphrodite tanked rocket fuel. Now, she would carry the mail. She would lift from Venusport and jet to Canalopolis, Mars, without delay or variation. Regulations, tradition and Admiral Gorman of the Inner Planet Fleet Strike shook his head. "Don't like women in space. They make me uncomfortable." this ... ship 'Aphrodite'?" rheostat. flying-bridge. "But she's home to us, anyway." The thick Venusian fog had closed in around the top levels of the ship, "Now hear this. All officer personnel will assemble in the flying bridge at 600 hours for Captain's briefing. Officer of the Deck will recall any enlisted personnel now on liberty...." "Orders, Captain?" 600 hours. In the meantime you'll take over his part of the work. See to it that we are fueled and ready to lift ship by 602. Base will start loading the mail at 599:30. That's about all." paused. "Captain," he asked, "Who is the new E/O to be?" T.R.S. Aphrodite the Captain when Cob and the girl at his side reached the flying obvious trimness of her figure. Strike's back was toward the bulkhead, and he was addressing the others. "... and that's about the story. We are to jet within 28,000,000 miles of Sol. Orbit is trans-Mercurian hyperbolic. With Mars in opposition, we have to make a perihelion run and it won't be pleasant. But I'm specific about mail runs. This is important to you, Evans. Your astrogation has to be accurate to within twenty-five miles plus or minus the shortest route. And there'll be no breaking orbit. Now be certain that the refrigeration units are checked, Mister Wilkins, especially in the hydroponic cells. Pure air is going to be important." "That's about all there is to tell you. As soon as our rather leisurely E/O gets here, we can jet with Aunt Nelly's postcard." He nodded. "That's the story. Lift ship in...." He glanced at his wrist chronograph, "... in an hour and five." "Uh ... welcome aboard, Miss Hendricks," was all the Captain could find to say. A week in space had convinced Strike that he commanded a jinx ship. Jetting sunward from Venus, the cantankerous Aphrodite repairs. When the power was again applied, Old Aphrodisiac was running ten hours behind schedule, and Strike and Evans, the Astrogation Officer, were sweating out the unforeseen changes introduced into the orbital calculations by the time spent in free-fall. The Aphrodite rumbled on toward the orbit of Mercury.... For all the tension between the occupants of the flying-bridge, Strike and Ivy Hendricks worked well together. And after a second week in spent a lot of time at the controls, and Strike was forced to admit that he had never seen a finer job of piloting done by man or woman. At 30,000,000 miles from the sun, the Aphrodite's refrigeration units could no longer keep the interior of the ship at a comfortable spaceboots, sweat making their naked bodies gleam like copper under the routine business. But the thing that made Strike curse under his breath was Celia Graham's notation that the Old Aphrodisiac had reached perihelion when it happened. The weight and balance. Ivy went about her work on the bridge without speaking, and Strike made no attempt to brighten her sudden depression. trying to pull the heavy vessel to safety, but even the thundering power of the Lachesis' but they could not possibly arrive on time. And it was doubtful that even the tugs had the necessary power to drag the crippled Atropos away from a fiery end. ships. And, if I know Captain Varni on the Lachesis , he won't let go skyhigh three times out of three. Very neat." There were tears bright in Ivy Hendricks' eyes and she sounded desperate. "But we can save those ships! We can, I know we can! My father designed this ship! I know every rivet of her! Those idiots off Callisto didn't know what they were doing. These ships needed specially trained men. Father told them that! And I'm trained! I can take her in certain that we can pull this off? If I make a mistake this time ... it'll be the last. For all of us." and hold it. We'll home on their carrier wave. They're in trouble and we're going after them. Plot the course." "Yes, Captain." Strike returned to the squawk-box. "Radar!" She nodded silently and took her place at the control panel. Smoothly Lashed together with a length of unbreakable beryllium steel cable, the Lachesis Still she tried. She could not desert her sister ship, nor could she save her. Already the two ships had fallen to within 18,000,000 miles Swiftly, the fat, ungainly shape of old Aphrodisiac drew near. In her apprehension. Atropos . It plunged straight and true, spilling cable as it flew. It slammed up against the hull, and stuck there, fast to the battleship's flank. Quickly, a robocrane drew it within the ship and the cable was made secure. Like cosmic replicas of the ancient South American "bolas," the three spacecraft whirled in space ... and all three began that sunward plunge together. They were diving into the sun. The heat in the Aphrodite's Strike laid her gently in an acceleration chair and turned toward the circuit. Cadmium rods slipped into lead sheaths decks below in the tube-rooms. The whining rose in pitch. The spinning of the ships in space slowed. Stopped. With painful deliberation, they swung into line. that was all. The space-tug Scylla found them. The three ships ... Atropos , Lachesis , and old Aphrodisiac ... lashed together and drifting in space. Every man and woman aboard out cold from the acceleration, and Aphrodite's tanks bone dry. But they were a safe 80,000,000 miles from Sol.... The orchestra was subdued, the officer's club softly lighted. Cob with tipsy satisfaction. He stared out at the Martian night beyond the "All right," said Strike, setting down his glass. "What's on your mind,

<question>:
What is the general mood during space flight aboard the Aphrodite?

<options>:
A Many things are going wrong
B It got very cold on the ship when the generators went out, ruining morale
C The crew mutinies under the leadership of the Captain
D The trip is smooth sailing

<answer>:

A