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

<passage>:
"Ivy?" Cob looked away. "I thought that you and she ... well, I thought that when we got back ... well...." Jinx Ship To The Rescue By ALFRED COPPEL, JR. Stand by for "The answer is no . Ivy's a nice girl ... but...." He paused and sighed. "Since she was promoted to her father's old rank ... well...." He shrugged. "Who wants a wife that ranks you?" T.R.S. Aphrodite Senior Lieutenant Coburn Whitley—"Cob" to his friends—nodded in agreement. "That's our Lover-Girl ... old Aphrodisiac herself. The ship Aphrodite's Executive, and he had been with her a full year ... which was a record for Execs on the Aphrodite me and I guess you've a right to know the worst ... not that you whole crew ended up in the Luna Base brig. We celebrated a bit too freely." after the nether belly Cob nodded agreement. "The last of her class." And she was not an inspiring sight. The fantastically misnamed three vessels had gone into action off Callisto after the Phobos Raid had set off hostilities between the Ionians and the Solarian Combine. All three were miserable failures. The eager officers commanding the three monitors had found the circuit too appealing to their hot little hands. They used it ... in some way, The exploded. The Andromeda vanished in the general ruptured fission chamber and spewing gamma rays in all directions. And the Aphrodite's The "Orders, Captain?" "We can't do anything until the new Engineering Officer gets here. They're sending someone down from the The other officers of the T.R.S. Aphrodite were in conference with the Captain when Cob and the girl at his side reached the flying we have to make a perihelion run and it won't be pleasant. But I'm minus the shortest route. And there'll be no breaking orbit. Now be "That's about all there is to tell you. As soon as our rather while Jenkins, the Assistant E/O, and a damage control party effected repairs. When the power was again applied, Old Aphrodisiac was running ten hours behind schedule, and Strike and Evans, the Astrogation 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 space, a reluctant admiration was replacing the resentment between them. Ivy spent whatever time she could spare tinkering with her father's pet surge-circuit and Strike began to realize that there was little she did not know about spaceship engineering. Then, too, Ivy 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. And finally, Ivy hated old Brass-bottom Gorman even more than Strike did. She felt that Gorman had ruined her father's career, and she was dedicating her life to proving her father right and Brass-bottom wrong. There's nothing in the cosmos to nurture friendship like a common enemy. At 30,000,000 miles from the sun, the Aphrodite's Atropos . The two dreadnaughts were engaged in coronary research patrol ... a purely Strike thought it a pity that old Brass-bottom couldn't fall into Hell's hottest pit ... and he told Ivy so. And she agreed. Old Aphrodisiac had reached perihelion when it happened. The thermometer stood at 135° and tempers were snapping. Cob and Celia Graham had tangled about some minor point concerning Lover-Girl's weight and balance. Ivy went about her work on the bridge without speaking, and Strike made no attempt to brighten her sudden depression. Lieutenant Evans had punched Bayne, the Tactical Astrophysicist, . The Atropos had burst a fission chamber and was falling into the sun. Radiation made a transfer of personnel impossible, and the Atropos The Lachesis had a line on the sister dreadnaught and was valiantly trying to pull the heavy vessel to safety, but even the thundering power of the Lachesis' mighty drive wasn't enough to break Sol's deathgrip on the battleship. even the tugs had the necessary power to drag the crippled Atropos away from a fiery end. message and passed it to Ivy Hendricks with a shake of his head. She read it through and looked up exultantly. "This is ! This is the chance I've been praying for, Strike!" ships. And, if I know Captain Varni on the Lachesis , he won't let go that line even if he fries himself." Ivy's eyes snapped angrily. "That's not what I meant, and you know it! the last time that circuit was uncorked everyone aboard became part of the woodwork ... very messily, too." "Let me understand you, Ivy," said Strike in a flat voice. "What you are suggesting is that I risk my ship and the lives of all of us trying 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 and save those ships!" Her expression turned to one of disgust. "Or are you afraid?" "Frankly, Ivy, I haven't enough sense to be afraid. But are you so certain that we can pull this off? If I make a mistake this time ... it'll be the last. For all of us." "We can do it," said Ivy Hendricks simply. Strike turned to Cob. "What do you say, Cob? Shall we make it hotter in Atropos 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." "And now you, Miss Hendricks." "Yes, Captain?" Her voice was low. "Take over Control ... and Ivy...." "Yes?" "Don't kill us off." He smiled down at her. the fission chambers fusing under the terrific heat of splitting atoms. 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 dying. flying-bridge, Strike and Ivy Hendricks watched the stricken ships in the darkened viewport. The temperature stood at 140° and the air was bitter with the smell for breath in the oven hot compartment. Strike watched her with apprehension. Carefully, Ivy circled the two warships. From the starboard tube on the gun-deck, a homing rocket leapt toward the a robocrane drew it within the ship and the cable was made secure. Like cosmic replicas of the ancient South American "bolas," the three together. They were diving into the sun. The heat in the comparison. Ivy fought her reeling senses and the bucking ship as the slack came out of the cable. Blackness was flickering at the edges of her field of vision. She could scarcely lift her hand to the red-sealed circuit panel. " Ivy! " Strike was beside her, cradling her head in his arm. "I ... I ... can't make it ... Strike. You'll ... have to run ... the show ... after ... all." 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 you're not fooling me. You've fallen for old Lover-Girl and you don't want to leave her. Ver-ry commendable. Loyal! Stout fellah! But what about Ivy?"

<question>:
Do you think this story has a happy ending?

<options>:
A No, the Captain really wants to date Ivy but it doesn't seem like it's gonna happen
B Yes, the Captain is successful and he's dating Ivy
C Yes, they were successful on their mission
D For the most part, they succeeded on their mission but the Captain and Ivy aren't together

<answer>:

D