The surface of the Atlantic ocean was choppy and rough, the swells cresting to over a meter in height, but the Atlantic Security battleship Conquistador was motionless in the water as if nailed into position. Resting his back against the angular armor plating of the portside gun battery, Emile Ceccion stood in a tight-fitting twilled jumpsuit of plain utilitarian gray while enjoying the shade of the triple 200mm cannons of the foredeck.