This morning Paul and I, along with my brothers Graham and Reid, helped our friend Jeshua out with a photography project he was working on. The premise is this: ninjas are fed up with being second class citizens and the ninjas union has called a strike. Along comes a scurvy pirate scab and a tense standoff ensues.

The exciting conclusion after the jump.

Once again the power of dance, in the form of a hearty community jig, has resolved a seemingly unresolvable conflict.