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

<passage>:
spaceship cooks: He had to feed the men men on ships think about, talk about, bitch about their food. It's challenge shipmen face three times a day, so central to their thoughts his diet, a fruit known to us mariners of a more sophisticated age Should any groundsman dispute the importance of belly-furniture in The Ship's Cook, the man who accomplishes the daily miracle of turning offal into eatables, is in many ways the most vital man aboard a spacer. He can make morale or foment a mutiny. His power is paramount. in deep space, half dead from deuterium poisoning. We think incident, too, caused by a Ship's Cook who allowed the stomach of every man aboard, where it fermented each subsequent the ancient observation, "God sends food, and the Devil sends cooks," . The aboard the Registry minimum of six men and three officers. Ship's Surgeon was myself, Paul Vilanova. Our Captain was Willy Winkelmann, the hardest man in space and very likely the fattest. Ship's Cook was Cooking aboard a spacer is a job combining the more frustrating tensions of biochemistry, applied mycology, high-speed farming, dietetics and sewage engineering. It's the Cook's responsibility to see that each man aboard gets each day no less than five pounds of Twelve tons of water, oxygen, and food would have filled the cargo compartments to bursting, and left a small ship like the essential amino acids. oxygen would be conversant with the alveoli of every man aboard by the politicians are right enough when they say that we spacers are a breed apart. We're the one race of men who can't afford the luxury of squeamishness. Though I'm signed aboard as Ship's Surgeon, I seldom lift a knife extraordinary. My duties are to serve as wailing-wall, morale officer, guardian of the medicinal whiskey and frustrator of mutual murder. Generally the man aboard who'd serve as the most popular murder-victim is the Cook. This trip, the-man-you-love-to-hate was our Captain. If the Cook hadn't problems enough with the chemical and psychic duties of his office, Winkelmann supplied the want. Captain Willy Winkelmann was the sort of man who, if he had to go into space at all, had best do was a chip of helium ice, his voice dripped sarcastic acid. The planet Pullman car, our Captain quickly established himself as a major social hemorrhoid. The Captain's particular patsy was, of course, young Bailey the Cook. shipmate "Belly-Robber." It was Winkelmann who discussed and the properties of the nobler wines while we munched our algaeburgers and sipped coffee that tasted of utility water. And it was Captain Willy Winkelmann who never referred to the ship's head by any other name than The Kitchen Cabinet. the carbohydrate recycler. The crew thanked him. The Captain did not. you are feeding me." Captain Winkelmann blotted his chin "Not much," I said. "I suspect that the finest gift our Captain can to live with him. He's a good man at driving a ship." said. "He eats well. We all do. I've dined aboard a lot of spacers in the good work, though, and you'll keep our Captain fat." Bailey nodded from his one-man cloud of gloom. I got a bottle of rye from Medical Stores and offered him a therapeutic draught. The Cook waved my gift aside. "Not now, Doc," he said. "I'm thinking about tomorrow's menu." imploring the Captain's ratification of his masterpiece. The big "Yes, I eat it," the Captain said, taking and talking through another algae. He tapped his head with a finger. "This—the brain that guides the ship—cannot be coaxed to work on hog-slop. You understand me, "You are a spacer and a Ship's Cook, not a suburban You're asking him to make bricks without straw." Winkelmann regarded me with his pale-blue stare. "You think, Doctor, that my cruelty to the Belly-Robber is the biliousness of a middle-aged Winkelmann said. "Very well, Doctor. It is my belief that if the Pharaoh's taskmaster had had my firmness of purpose, the Children of Israel would have made bricks with stubble. Necessity, Doctor, is the mother of invention. I am Bailey's necessity. My unkindnesses make him uncomfortable, I doubt that not. But I am forcing him to experiment, "Bailey will have some fifty thousand dollars' salary waiting when we ground at Brady Station," Captain Winkelmann said. "So much money buys many discomforts. That will be all, Doctor Vilanova." "Crew morale on the ship...." I began. "That will be all, Doctor Vilanova," Captain Winkelmann repeated. Bailey grew more silent as we threaded our way along the elliptical compliments to the Chef, please," the Captain would instruct one of the crew, "and ask him to step down here a moment." And the Cook would cheerlessly appear in the dining-cubby, to have his culinary genius into Hohmann orbit. His every meal established a higher benchmark in "We are not amused," said Captain Winkelmann, accepting a second The crew and my fellow-officers were amused by Winkelmann's riding of Captain and their Cook served to feed them so well. Most spacers embark lost weight during the first four months in space. Winkelmann, indeed, Captain that he curtail his diet for reasons of health, a bit of advice Each man aboard a spacer is allowed ten kilograms of personal effects besides his uniforms, these being considered Ship's Furnishing. As his rank and responsibility merit, the Captain is allowed double this ration. He may thus bring aboard with him some forty-five pounds of fact, had used up his weight-allowance in bringing aboard a case of Captain Winkelmann was not a reader, and had brought no books. Cards aboard their ship mother-naked. our food," the Captain said, his jowls settling into an expression of the meal." "But, Sir...." Bailey began. "You must realize, Belly-Robber, that a dyspeptic Captain is a threat to the welfare of his ship. Were I to continue eating your surrealistic scarlet, his chest heaving with emotion. "Doctor, I must point out to you that it ill behooves the Ship's and the men have been more than satisfied with his work." "That only suggests atrophy of their taste buds," Winkelmann said. "Doctor, you are excused. As are you, Belly-Robber," he added. Bailey and I climbed from the mess compartment together. I steered him to my quarters, where the medical supplies were stored. He sat on my restaurant of yours and forget about our fat Flying Dutchman." an apt confederate of vis medicatrix naturae , the healing power of though daring him to comment. The Captain lifted a spoonful of the now strong enough to withstand the Captain's fiercest assaults of vehement in their protests, blaming the Captain, in his absence, for oblivious of the taunts of his crewmates. "The Dutchman won't want to mess ketchup on these steaks," the crewman ." "Thanks, Doc," Bailey said. this is a victory for the Captain, too. He drove you to this triumph you couldn't have done it without him." but he did know how to coax maximum performance out of his Ship's Cook." Bailey stood up. "Do you like Captain Winkelmann, Doctor?" he asked. I thought about his question a moment. Winkelmann was good at his job. He persuaded his men by foul means, true of the ship and his crew. "Do I like Captain Winkelmann?" I asked,

<question>:
According to the narrator, who is the most important figure onboard a spacecraft?

<options>:
A the Captain
B the chef
C the waste manager
D the 'doctor'

<answer>:

B