The end

Pregnant, dark and gloomy. Fine adjectives for sure, and nothing had changed for over a month. The weather had been the only constant, with rain falling in a never ending deluge.
In a clearing nearby the water rose, approaching the thicket where they cowered. She was tangled in the brambles, inextricably knotted in the rambling undergrowth. He crouched alongside her, his loyalty being tested by the conditions and the implications of their situation.
On the high ground, the carpenter looked up from his clipboard.”That’s the lot” he said and weighed the anchor.
The unicorns watched as the ark sailed away.