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

<passage>:
CAKEWALK TO GLORYANNA BY L. J. STECHER, JR. The job was easy. The profit was enormous. The only trouble was—the cargo had a will of its own! Captain Hannah climbed painfully down from the , hobbled across the spaceport to where Beulah and I were waiting to greet him and hit me in the eye. Beulah—that's his elephant, but I have to take care of her for him because Beulah's baby belongs to me and Beulah has across the field to the spaceport bar. I didn't ask Captain Hannah why he had socked me. Although he has never been a handsome man, he usually has the weathered and austere dignity that comes from plying the remote reaches among the stars. Call it the Look of Eagles. Captain Hannah had lost the Look of Eagles. His eyes were swollen almost shut every inch of him that showed was a red mass of welts piled on more welts, as though he had tangled with a hive of misanthropic bees. The gold-braided hat of his trade was not clamped in its usual belligerent position slightly over one eye. It was riding high on his head, apparently held up by more of the ubiquitous swellings. I figured that he figured that I had something to do with the way he looked. "Shipping marocca to Gloryanna III didn't turn out to be a cakewalk after all?" I suggested. He glared at me in silence. "Perhaps you would like a drink first, and then you would be willing to tell me about it?" I decided that his wince was intended for a nod, and ordered rhial. I only drink rhial when I've been exposed to Captain Hannah. It was almost a pleasure to think that I was responsible, for a change, for having him take the therapy. "A Delta Class freighter can carry almost anything," he said at last, in a travesty of his usual forceful voice. "But some things it should never try." He lapsed back into silence after this uncharacteristic admission. I almost felt sorry for him, but just then Beulah came racking across the field with her two-ton infant in tow, to show her off to Hannah. I walled off my pity. He had foisted those two maudlin mastodons off onto me in one of our earlier deals, and if I had somehow been responsible for his present troubles, it was no more than he deserved. I rated winning for once. "You did succeed in getting the marocca to Gloryanna III?" I asked difficult than we had expected—meant an enormous profit to both of us. The fruit of the marocca is delicious and fabulously expensive. they relented and, for the first time in history, gave their assent. In fact, they had seemed delighted. "I got them there safely," said Captain Hannah. "When I left, marocca was growing like mad," said Captain Hannah. rhial for myself. "Tell me about it," I suggested. Gloryanna III," he said balefully. "I ought to black your other eye." "Simmer down and have some more rhial," I told him. "Sure I get the credit for that. Gloryanna III is almost a twin to Mypore II. You know that marocca takes a very special kind of environment. Bright sun most of the time—that means an almost cloudless environment. A very equable climate. Days and nights the same length and no seasons—that means no enough tolerance to cause no trouble in the trip in Delta Crucis ." A "Your tests were no good," agreed the captain with feeling. "I'll tell ourselves to hauling a full load of it?" asked Captain Hannah. to do under all possible circumstances." "Sure. Written in Myporian. A very difficult language to translate. , but I figured it was safer to let him tell me in his own way, in his own time. "You think so? That solution was one of yours, too, wasn't it?" He gazed moodily at his beaker of rhial. "I must admit it sounded good to me, too. In Limbo, moving at multiple light-speeds, the whole Universe, of course, turns into a bright glowing spot in our direction of motion, with everything else dark. So I lined up the Delta Crucis darkness. "Of course, it didn't work." "For Heaven's sake, why not?" "For Heaven's sake why should it? With no gravity for reference, how "Oh," said Captain Hannah in quiet tones of controlled desperation, "it original positions perpendicular to the axial thrust line of the ship "I'd like to know," I said sincerely. He stared at me in silence for a moment. "Well, it filled the cabin with great solid bubbles of water. Water bubbles will oscillate and wobble like soap bubbles," he went on dreamily, "but of course, they're not empty, like soap bubbles. The surface acts a little like touching one of them. You could drown—I almost did. Several times. a wide cylinder Never "But you solved the problem?" that or suicide. I had begun to get the feeling that they were stalking me. So I drew a blank." "Not yet," said Captain Hannah. "Like you, I figured I had the around for the reasons for the change. But I wouldn't have had long to hunt anyway, because in a few hours the reasons came looking for me. "They were a tiny skeeter-like thing. A sort of midge or junior grade mosquito. They had apparently been swimming in the water during their larval stage. Instead of making cocoons for themselves, they snipped "There were thousands and thousands of them, and each one of them made a tiny, maddening whine as it flew." It was on page eleven that it mentioned casually that the midges—the cooperate. Whatever I tried to do, they came back to me. I was the only thing they seemed to love. I didn't dare bathe, or scratch, or even wriggle, for fear of killing more of them. And they kept on itching. It blundered around aimlessly. in fact, until I resumed my efforts to catch up on my reading. "The mothlike things—they are called dingleburys—also turn out to fill itself full to bursting before it will reproduce. If I had the translation done correctly, they were supposed to dart gracefully around, catching carolla on the wing and stuffing themselves happily. high, and it gets very light up where things fly around, going to zero on the middle line of the ship. And the unfamiliar gravity gradient, together with the Coriolis effect and all, makes the poor dingleburys dizzy, so they can't catch carolla. "And if you think I figured all that out about dingleburys getting seem to be having any trouble, but was acting like the book said it capturing her prey by sound alone. lights—blindfolding dingleburys. Which is a hell of a sport for a man who is captain of his own ship." I must say that I agreed with him, but it seemed to be a good time for me to keep my mouth shut. plants. Apparently they were pollinating them. I felt sure that these buds weren't the marocca blossoms from which the fruit formed—I'd long. You could watch one gently , surrounded by a bunch of worried dingleburys. terrible, or make me sick, or hypnotize me, or something. But they just Delta Crucis behaved like a lady. set the customs inspectors to sneezing and swearing more than seemed reasonable at the time." Captain Hannah inhaled a sip of rhial, and seemed to be enjoying the powerful stuff. He acted as if he thought he had finished. shape, weren't they?" Hannah nodded. "They were growing luxuriously." He nodded his head a couple of more times, in spite of the discomfort it must have given him. "They'll send you the bill. They don't figure it will take them more than a few months to complete the job." Captain Hannah stopped talking and stood up, painfully and a little

<question>:
What does the narrator say Captain Hannah has never been?

<options>:
A A gardener
B A good pilot
C An adequate elephant owner
D A handsome man

<answer>:

D