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

<passage>:
QUEST OF THIG Thig of Ortha was the vanguard of the conquering Thig carefully smoothed the dark sand and seaweed of the lonely beach no garments, other than the necessary belt and straps to support his wait for an Earthman or an Earthwoman to pass. His task now was to cruiser where his two fellows and himself would drain the creature's The explorer from another world crouched into the concealment of a Thig's cold eyes opened a trifle wider as he stared into the thing's Lewis Terry was going fishing. For a week the typewriter mill that had desolation of the Northwoods had been silent. Lewis wondered if he was be-chapped outlaws raiding his little trailer home kept rolling up out of his subconscious. Yet he had to write at least three novelets and a fistful of short stories in the next two weeks to finance the great adventure—or the trip was off. So Lewis left the weathered old cottage in the early dawn and headed for his tubby old boat at the landing in an attempt to work out a "Hey!" he shouted as a naked man sprang out of the bushes beside the clamping his throat relaxed for a moment and hacked along the side of his head. Blackness flooded the brain of Lewis, and he knew no more. "There it is," announced Thig, dropping the limp body of the captured wears he might be Thig." "Thig will be this creature!" announced Torp. "With a psychic relay we the brain of Thig! He can then go out and scout this world without arousing suspicion. While he is gone, I will take Kam and explore the "You are the commander," said Thig. "But I wish this beast did not wear "Do not question the word of your commander," growled Torp, swelling "For the good of the Horde," Thig intoned almost piously as he lifted Terry's body and headed for the laboratory. lacking in their early training and later life. They were trained So it was that the bodies of the Earthman and the Orthan were strapped For ten hours or more the droning hum of the relay sucked Terry's brain completely. Twice, with subtle drugs they restored pseudo-life to his body and kept the electrical impulses throbbing from his tortured "There is nothing more to learn," he informed his impassive comrades. "Now, let us get on with the plastic surgery that is required. My new body must return to its barbaric household before undue attention is where Jake and Ted had helped him dig for the buried treasure that that episode gave Thig an idea about the little lump of jewels in his pocket. He had found them in a chest along the beach! had no mates on Ortha, sex had been overthrown with all the other so he was incapable of understanding trembling, against his own. That same hot wave of pulsing blood choked "Shoulda got a hundred bucks for that yarn," grunted Thig, and gasped. For the moment he had been Lewis Terry and not Thig! So thoroughly had he acquired the knowledge of Terry that he found himself unconsciously He flashed the jewels in front of Ellen's startled eyes and she clung, "Uh huh," agreed the pseudo Lewis, memories of the ferocious savages "I saved some kraut and weiners," Ellen said. "Get washed up while I'm Thig sank into a dusty old swing that hung on creaking chains from the Thig tried to tell himself that it was the transmitted thoughts of the for reasons that he had never known existed. He had learned the heady experienced the primitive joy of matching his wits and tongue against the wits of other unpredictable human beings. There was no abrupt caught his arm breathlessly at all the beauty spread away there beneath who nestled trustingly against his tense man's body and slept—the son of Ellen and the man he had destroyed. Thig groaned. He was a weakling to let sentimentality so get the better wanted to go along. He sent them away harshly hand to show that he had heard, and blindly hurried toward the Sound. Oddly enough, as he hurried away along the narrow path through the autumn woods, his mind busied itself with a new epic of the west that lived no longer. He mentally titled it: "Rustlers' Riot" and blocked in the outlines of his plot. One section of his brain was that of the careless author of gunslinging yarns, a section that seemed to be sapping the life from his own brain. He knew that the story would never be written, but he toyed with the idea. "You have done well," announced Torp when Thig had completed his report "I will recommend the conquest of this planet, 72-P-3 at once and the complete destruction of all biped life upon it. The mental aberrations "But why," asked Thig slowly, "could we not disarm all the natives and "Let us get back to Ortha at once, then," gritted out Thig savagely. "Check the blood of Thig for disease, Kam," ordered Torp shortly. "His Thig followed Kam into the tiny laboratory and found a seat beside the case. He approached Thig warily, aware that disease often made a maniac Then it was that Thig went berserk. His fists slashed into the thick the Orthan's vital throat tubes. His fingers and thumb gouged deep into and dragged his blaster from it. Thig's other hand clamped over his and fought against that lone arm of Thig. weapon tilted upward until it reached the level of Thig's waist. Thig suddenly released his grip and dragged his enemy toward him. A sudden about full upon its owner's thick torso. Thig's fingers pressed down Before Thig's eyes half of his comrade's body sloughed away into foul His body seemed paralyzed. This was the end, he thought as he waited bruised flesh and bone. He was unfettered and the blood was caked upon Even Torp, thought Thig ruefully, gave way to the primitive rage of his but to that very bit of unconscious atavism he now used the blaster to destroy any possibility of remaining life in his Thig rolled slowly over so that his eye found the door into the control why he had been left until last. Perhaps Torp wished to take cultures of his blood and tissues to determine whether a disease was responsible weapon. He tugged it free. Thig raised himself up on a quivering elbow and slid the black length watching him, his breath gurgling brokenly through his deep-bitten The deadly attack of Thig his own violent avenging of Kam's death, and now the apparent return of the man he had killed come to life had all served to jolt his rigidly trained brain from its accustomed groove. The shock had been too much for the established thought-processes of So Thig shot him where he stood, mercifully, before that vacant mad victory had given him to drive him along. sobered him yet, somehow, he was pleased that he had done so. After of while he battled Kam, a selfish desire to protect them all. He went to the desk where Torp had been writing in the ship's log and read the last few nervously scrawled lines: Planet 72-P-3 unfit for colonization. Some pernicious disease that strikes at the brain centers and causes violent insanity is existent there. Thig, just returned from a survey of the planet, went mad and Already I feel the insidious virus of.... And there his writing ended abruptly. Thig nodded. That would do it. He set the automatic pilot for the Then Thig crossed the cabin to the auxiliary life boat there, one of monotonous routine of existence that had once been his—and his heart He thought of many things in those few moments. He watched the He shivered suddenly, remembering his utter callousness the first time heaved a gasp of relief. He was no longer Thig, a creature of a Horde's West. He must remember that always. He had destroyed the real Terry and The knowledge that Ellen's love was not really meant for him would be He was Lewis Terry! He must remember that!

<question>:
What was Lewis doing when he was captured by Thig?

<options>:
A Going swimming
B Going fishing
C Trying to type on his typewriter
D Finalizing a novelet

<answer>:

B