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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When a ship is working perfectly and is operated by a hand-picked crew of highly trained men in perfect condition, how often is it wrecked by a series of silly errors happening ACCIDENTAL DEATH BY PETER BAILY "I'll sign off with two thoughts, one depressing and one cheering. A single Chingsi wrecked our ship and our launch. What could a whole planetful of them do? The most to be chancy. No matter how highly developed it can't be surefire. The proof is that I've survived to tell the tale." At twenty below zero and fifty thrown down in the dead wilderness. broken or a clockwork toy running success. It's well on the cards that I'm all in one piece and not broken up at all, though I don't see how it out. I'm fine where I am. I'll just lie here for a while and relax, and get well use it. That way even if I'm not as well as I feel, I'll leave a message. You probably know we're back and wonder what went wrong. age it was luck. "You'll want to know if the ship worked. Well, she did. Went like a bomb. We got lined up between Earth and Mars, you'll remember, Failing that, I could even go for a long drink of cold water. There was never anything wrong with the Whale till right at the end and even then I doubt if it was the ship itself that fouled things up. "That was some survey assignment. just back from a proving flight cum astronomical survey in the starship Whale . Whoever you are who finds this tape, you're made. Take it to "Where had I got to? I'd told you and a twenty per cent oxygen atmosphere at fifteen p.s.i. The odds must be up in the googols. We certainly were lucky. "One, they learned our language in four weeks. When I say they, I mean a ten-man team of them. "Two, they brew a near-beer that's a lot nearer than the canned stuff we had aboard the Whale . "Three, they've a great sense of lose whichever Chingsi we played. they were good. How could they be, in the time? It was more that we all we played them and that's fatal in chess. Of course it's a screwy situation, called him Charley, and he was the came back with us. Why I disliked him was because he was always trying of humor, of course. I nearly broke my neck on that butter-slide he fixed up in the metal alleyway to the engine room. Charley laughed even laughed myself though doing it hurt me more than the tumble had. Yes, life and soul of the party, old Charley ... "My last sight of the Minnow was a cabin full of dead and dying men, the sweetish stink of burned flesh and the choking reek of scorching insulation, the boat jolting and shuddering and beginning to break up, and in the middle of the flames, still unhurt, was Charley. He was laughing ... "My God, it's dark out here. Wonder how high I am. Must be all of fifty miles, and doing eight hundred miles an hour at least. I'll be doing more than that when I land. What's Same as a fifty thousand mile fall, I suppose same as escape twenty-four and tell the world hello. Hello, earth ... hello, again ... and good-by ... "Sorry about that. I passed out. I or eraser. What must have happened is that the suit ran out of oxygen, and I lost consciousness due to anoxia. I dreamed I switched on up. "I was telling about the return journey, wasn't I? The long jump back home, which should have dumped us between the orbits of Earth and Mars. Instead of which, when our exact position relative to the solar system. The crew had to find out exactly what went wrong. The physicists had to make mystic passes residual folds in stress-free space. Our task was easy, because we were about half a light-year from the sun. The crew's job was also easy: they found what went wrong in less than half an hour. "It still seems incredible. To program the ship for a star-jump, you merely told it where you were and with no space-flight tradition. In practical terms, one highly trained crew member had punched a wrong equally skilled had failed to notice happened. "Anyway, we took good care with why we were out there so long. They were cross-checked about five times. I got sick so I climbed into a spacesuit and went outside and took some would help to determine hydrogen density in the outer regions. When I got back everything was ready. We disposed ourselves about the control room and relaxed for all we were worth. We were all praying that this time nothing would go wrong, and all looking forward to seeing Earth again after four months subjective time away, except for Charley, who was still chuckling and shaking his head, and Captain James who was glaring at Charley and obviously wishing human dignity permitted him to tear Charley limb from limb. Then this time it was much, much worse. We'd come out of the jump about two hundred miles above the Pacific, pointed straight down, traveling at a Whale , the most powerful ship ever built, which could cover fifty light-years in a subjective time of one second, and it was helpless. For, as of course you know, the star-drive couldn't be used again for at least two hours. "The Whale also had ion rockets of course, the standard deuterium-fusion have taken more time than we had to deflect us enough to avoid a smash. We had five minutes to abandon ship. "James got us all into the Minnow at a dead run. There was no time to take anything at all except the clothes we stood in. The it had emergency atomic rockets, using steam for reaction mass. We canceled our downwards velocity with them in a few seconds. We curved away up over China and from about fifty miles high we saw the hit the Pacific. Six hundred tons of mass at well over two thousand miles an hour make an almighty splash. By now you'll have divers down, but I doubt they'll salvage much you can use. "I wonder why James went down with the ship, as the saying is? Not that it made any difference. It must have broken his heart to know that his lovely ship was getting the chopper. Or did he suspect another human error? "We didn't have time to think about that, or even to get the radio working. The steam rockets blew up. Poor Cazamian was burnt to a crisp. Only thing that saved me was the spacesuit I was still wearing. I snapped the face plate down because the cabin was filling with fumes. I saw Charley coming out of the toilet—that's how he'd escaped—and I saw him beginning to laugh. Then the port side collapsed and I fell out. earth fifty miles below. I shut my eyes and that's about all I remember. I don't see how any of us could have survived. I think we're all dead. "I'll have to get up and crack this suit and let some air in. But I can't. I fell fifty miles without a parachute. I'm dead so I can't stand up." There was silence for a while except human body falling through air is about one hundred twenty m.p.h. Falling fifty miles is no worse than falling five hundred feet. You'd be lucky to live through a five hundred foot fall, true, but I've been lucky. The suit is bulky but light and probably slowed my fall. I hit a sixty mile an hour updraft this side of the up in a drift. The suit is part worn but still operational. I'm fine. after all they aren't human. On an alien world a hundred light-years Whale expedition did fine bad luck that went on and on till it looks fishy. We lost the ship, we lost the launch, all but one of us lost our lives. We couldn't even win a game of ping-pong. "All the same, search the space-flight records, talk to the actuaries.

<question>:
What would have happened if Charley had not been on the ship?

<options>:
A He would not have been able to correct the navigation error
B The crew would have had to find a different way to manipulate chance
C The mission would have ended in the same way
D The crew would likely have made it home alive

<answer>:

D