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

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THE STOKER AND THE STARS BY JOHN A. SENTRY him? Yes, I know him— knew him. That was twenty years ago. Everybody knows Mac suddenly grabbed my arm. "Look!" The stoker was coming down on one of the cargo slings. He stood upright, his booted feet planted wide, from his lift and came forward to meet him. It was an odd thing to see—the stoker, and the Jek, who did not stand as tall. MacReidie and I stepped back. glittering in the cold sunlight, his hatchet-face inscrutable. He stopped when the stoker was a few paces away. The stoker stopped, too. All the Jeks were watching him and paying no attention to anything else. The "I was at this planet in '39. I was closer to your home world the year before that," the stoker said. "I was captain of a destroyer. If I'd had a captain." "All right. I'll drive you over." The stoker nodded, and they walked over to his vehicle together. They myself, and we went back to unloading cargo. The stoker came back to our ship that night, without his duffelbag. He found me and said: loudly: "What do you mean, you're going with the Jeks?" "I signed on their ship," the stoker "Huh?" The stoker shrugged. "Ships are man with short breath and a high-pitched voice. I was a typical Earthman. We were out on a God-forsaken landing field on Mars, MacReidie you're up to?" The stoker shook his head. "No deal. I signed on as a crewman. I'll do a crewman's work for a crewman's make with them? What do you think ships, and physics is physics, no matter where you go. I'll make out." same things I'd seen. He shook his head. "Not for you. The only thing we're short on is stokers." You wouldn't know. There's no such thing as a stoker any more, with automatic ships. But the stranger knew what Mac meant. sourer man from that time up to as long as I knew him afterwards. We took off in the morning. The stoker room had the air pumped out of her, and the stokers who tended the dials and set the cathode attitudes had to metal and rots lungs. So the engine wear suits, smelling themselves for had already left on the Jek ship, and it turned out he'd trained an apprentice boy to take his place. sat when the drive arced. Serenus It was strange how things became MacReidie nodded. "That's right. But—" "I'll stoke." and things just got better for us, somehow. We heard about our stoker, occasionally. He shipped with the Lud, and the Nosurwey, and some people MacReidie looked over toward me and frowned. I shrugged my shoulders disquieting about it. He'd caught Mac's look and turned his head to me. "I'll stoke," he repeated. I didn't know what to say. MacReidie and I—almost all of the men I don't know what he did, to make things so much better for us. I don't know if he did anything, but stoke voice of his, to people who couldn't possibly understand what the songs could. MacReidie wasn't a mumbling man, so he said angrily: "O.K., bucko, you'll stoke. Go and sign on." "Thanks." The stranger walked So, I don't know. The older I get, the less I know. The thing people remember the stoker for—the thing that makes him famous, and, I think, annoys him—I'm fairly sure is only Mac and I even spoke to each other began it all. So, I can't say what he ought to be famous for. But I suppose it's enough to know for sure that he was the first bunk. What I meant was, empty during my sleep shift. That meant he and I'd be sharing work shifts—me up in the control blister, parked in a soft chair, and him down in the engine room, broiling in a suit for twelve hours. But I ate with him, used the head you can call that rubbing elbows with greatness, if you want to. He was a very quiet man. Quiet in the way he moved and talked. When we were both climbing into our bunks, that first night, I introduced myself and he introduced himself. Then he heaved himself into his bunk, rolled over on his side, fixed his straps, and fell asleep. He was always friendly toward me, but he must have been very tired that first night. I often wondered what kind of a life he'd lived after the war—what attention to the Chamber of Commerce plaques. When a man's name It was MacReidie who first found out what he'd done during the war. When he found out, he closed it up and strapped it back in its place at the foot of the stoker's bunk. MacReidie was my relief on the bridge. When he came up, he didn't relieve me right away. He stood next to my chair and looked out through the ports. "Just the usual. Keep a tight watch and proceed cautiously." "That new stoker," Mac said. "Yeah?" "I knew there was something I couldn't say I was surprised. It had to be something like that, about the stoker. The mark was on him, as I've said. It was the Marines that did Earth's easy." I could feel the knots in my stomach. I didn't want any trouble. Not from the stoker, not from Mac. None of us wanted trouble—not even Mac, but he'd cause it to get "Easy! Easy—nothing's easy. I hate this life," he said in a murderous voice. "I don't know why I keep from Communications. "Turn up your Intercom volume," he said. "The stoker's jamming the circuit." I kicked the selector switch over, and this is what I got: per, and the air was gettin' thick. The Skipper says 'Cheer up, brave boys, " He was singing. He had a terrible voice, but he could carry a tune, and he was hammering it out at the top of his lungs. " were ... " The crew were chuckling into their own chest phones. I could hear Daniels intercom, but it made the crew feel good. When the crew feels good, the ship runs right, and it had been a long time since they'd been happy. He went on for another twenty minutes. Then his voice thinned out, and I heard him cough a little. "Daniels," he said, "get a relief Jump to it! " He said the last part in a Master's voice. Daniels didn't ask questions. He sent a man on his way down. He'd been singing, the stoker had. He'd been singing while he worked with one arm dead, one sleeve ripped He didn't know how to play it, and it sounded like a dog howling. "Sing, will you!" somebody yelled. He grinned and went back to the "Good Ship started "I Left Her Behind For You," may explain something. He and I middle of taking off his shirt. He stood there, looking out the porthole, and forgot I was there. I heard him reciting something, softly, under his breath, and I stepped a little closer. This is what it was: I fell asleep. I don't know what MacReidie may have told the skipper about the stoker, or if he tried to tell him anything. The captain was the senior ticket holder in the Merchant Service, and nothing MacReidie could do on his own authority—nothing simple, that is. And the stoker had saved the ship, and ... I think what kept anything from happening between MacReidie and the stoker, or anyone else and the stoker, was that it would have meant trouble in the ship. Trouble, confined to our little percentage of the ship's

<question>:
What is the relationship between the stoker and the narrator?

<options>:
A They worked together for 6 weeks.
B They fought in the war together.
C They met in a bar on Earth.
D The narrator was the stoker's boss.

<answer>:

A